After several online meetings, this new potential investor company had been more than satisfied with my proposal.But the moment Bryan arrived, everything changed. They backtracked, nitpicking every little thing. Worse, the executives kept pouring me drink after drink, pushing me into an impossible corner.I was a mess.And Bryan? He lounged back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, watching the spectacle unfold with a quiet smirk.He was waiting. Waiting for me to cave, for me to whisper, "I was wrong," to coax and plead like I always had. The moment I did, he'd step in like a savior. That was the game.But I refused to play.I downed several drinks, barely made it to the restroom in time to throw up, then splashed cold water on my face. By the time I returned, I was steadier.I drank when they wanted me to drink, smiled when they wanted me to smile, and when it came time to talk business, my mind was as clear as crystal.Businessmen chase profits. They knew my prop
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