The Startup Of You Novels & Stories

"They look good." "Thanks," I said, feeling a warmth in his compliment. He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "I miss you." My heart ached at his words. "I miss you too." Alexander reached out, taking my hand. "I know this is important to you. I just want to make sure you're okay." I squeezed his hand. "I am. And I appreciate your support." --- The day of the app's launch arrived, filled with anticipation and nerves. We gathered in the startup's modest office, watching as the d******d numbers began to climb.

Creates a new you. And the new me? Shameless. Ready to explore. Ready to be wild. And ready to get my pussy filled tonight.

He turned toward the older man seated beside him. Graham Wright held his cane firmly, using it to balance himself as he stood up slowly, one hand bracing against the table. His movements were measured, touched with age. He adjusted the sleeves of his coat, tugged them once, and walked to the podium with a steady gait that still commanded attention. He looked out over the crowd. The hall was silent. He rested both hands on the edges of the podium, his fingers slightly curled over the wood. “This company didn’t start with billions,” he said. His voice was deep, edged with gravel. “It started in a single workshop. With three staff, no heating, and more rejection than I care to remember.”

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

"NEED" "YOU"

Zack laughed wildly at me. "Hahaha! Have you lost your mind?! You're spouting nonsense now!" Zack pointed at me, laughing so hard he almost doubled over, tears nearly spilling out. "Who do you think you are? Richard's company is not some charity. You think they would want you? Someone we rated as incapable?! What kind of daydream is this?"

“Here, your start date is the moment you walk through the door.” She turned back to her screen.

I stretched and felt strength return to every part of my body. My life had only just begun.

With a sick mother, a deadbeat father, and a broken sibling, he was the perfect candidate for my charity case. I sent him a message. “How much do you need for your tuition and living expenses? I’ll help you.” The response came back right away. Jumping straight into it, I asked for his bank details and transferred every last of Roddy’s salary that came five minutes ago. Once that was done, I put my phone on silent and tossed it aside. Thanks to Roddy, I decided I would start opening my heart to helping people, too.

“I can not just sit here and just talk about how sad I am. Tara, I need to move.” “What do you want to do?” “I want to work.” I replied without a second thought. Tara lifted her eyebrows up and asked with surprise written on her face. “Work?” “My company.” I stood up and began to pace from side to side. “The startup. The one I have been building in secret. It is still there and it is still mine.” Tara smiled widely and clapped my back. “Now that is is the Ivy I know.” “I need to find my laptop. I left it in my bag.”