TWENTY

ADAM

"I can't wait to shove our new products on Carl's face. By the time these outfits are out, He would come to respect my genius" I soliloquized, while scrolling through Twitter.

CARL- My archrival. We have been sworn enemies for over 10 years. But it wasn't always like that.

We were close friends from highschool. Always did things together and as a pair. We would usually sit during lunch at the cafeteria, talking about how we'd go ahead to build multi-billion euros business empires once we're done with college.

Unlike me, Carl didn't come from an overly wealthy home, but his parents were doing just fine.

He wasn't satisfied with being just fine. Carl wanted more and that was why he kept coming up with crazy business ideas and throwing them on my face back then.

His first big idea was the automobiles, but he lacked the funds to push that dream.

We had to let the idea die, because it wasn't feasible for highschool leavers to bring to reality.

A year into college, we started up a bar