Big Win, Bitter Truth: I Was Her Practice Partner
I have just secured a massive ten-million-dollar deal during the Black Friday Sales. I have endured several days of hectic work, yet I still find myself unable to turn down my girlfriend, Charlotte Ward.
We spend the night in passionate abandon and finally fall into a heavy, restful sleep.
The next morning, a loud thud jolts me awake. When I open my eyes, I realize that it's my luggage.
Charlotte suddenly says, "This is the end for us, Robert. It's time for you to move out. I've already wired the money for your past services, along with your salary. So get going."
I find myself caught in a daze and about to move to question her, but she stops me dead, jabbing her fingers into my chest.
"Know your place, Robert. You're nothing but a gigolo to me. I might, maybe, let you keep your job in Ward Group if you beg."
I almost reach out to grab her wrist but stop myself. Instead, I smile broadly and say, "You've got it all wrong. Your company wouldn't survive without me, Charlotte."