The Startup Of You Novels & Stories

he said warmly, gesturing for me to sit, “I wanted to talk to you about a great opportunity.” I sat down slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Go on.” He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers. “There’s a startup I want us to acquire. I think you’re the perfect face to lead the pitch. It’s bold, innovative... and it would shake the very ground beneath anybody's little empire.” There it was. That bait. “What’s the startup?” I asked, voice even. He passed me a glossy brochure. I skimmed it, recognizing the brand instantly.

Said the man over the phone, making her body tense. She applied for an interview with that company a month ago. She had already given up after waiting for a month with no reply from them, she had many reasons and the main one is because she never wanted to return to the USA again. Their silence just made her more confident on her decisions but then who would've thought that they'd look for her today? "Um…Yes, this is Mrs Fletchers" she said with hesitation in her voice, feeling her hands becoming sweaty on the steering wheel. "Okay then, Mrs Fletchers has applied for a job at our company last week, if i am right" he went on inquiring. "Ah yes, yes I have" she replied, holding her breath wait

we chorused. The conversation flowed easily after that—updates on jobs and projects, gossip about people from Ravencrest who'd scattered across the country, debates about which streaming service had the best shows. Normal things. Happy things. "I should mention," Ryder said during a lull in conversation, "I'm launching a new startup next month." "Another one?" Nate asked. "What is this, number three?" "Four, actually. But this one's different. We're building software that helps small nonprofits manage their operations more efficiently. Free for organizations under a certain budget, scalable for larger groups."

War started now. ***

"Which means they're scared." Good, she thought. She watched the February streets go by. "I need to tell you something," he said. She looked at him. He was watching the road. Both hands on the wheel. The concentrated version of his face. "The software," he said. She waited. "I entered it into a programme," he said. "A startup accelerator. Funds early-stage companies. I applied two months ago." She looked at him. "I found out yesterday," he said. "I got in."

No doubt. Just us. Just the start. Just destiny.

Jacob starting shivering with his words. Marcus and Mars freeze with their mouth and eyes wide open in shock.

I pray from here, my dear ❤ I closed my cellphone when I saw the clock was showing one o'clock in the afternoon. Immediately I opened the announcement website, I entered my data and password. Then.. YOU DID NOT PASS THE SELECTION DON'T DISCONTINUED AND REMAIN EXPIRED My whole body felt weak reading the writing that was clearly displayed on my laptop screen.

Dealing with my stress, Dealing with your stress. Girl, you know. Dealing with my friends, Dealing with your friends. And you know we're Gonna get mad (the S word). Gonna get mad (the S word again!) And you know, I'm gonna make you confess. Gonna make you confess. And you know oh oh. Like I know oh oh. That you know. Oh! Like I know. Oh!

Lucas asked rapidly, as the man wearing the black leather jacket handed the phone he used earlier to the first guy who woke up, the Asian one. The Asian guy put his phone inside his pocket and faced Lucas. "Well, it's almost lunch," he said as he stared at his smartwatch. His voice is calm but rich in tone. The quality of his vocal cords was something to be impressed about. Also, what he got was a nice watch, but Lucas has no clue about popular brands. A poor and orphan man like him has no luxury. "Do we need to exhaust ourselves that much, huh?" he added and walked towards Lucas. "By the way, I'm Maru, a Fire Starter." He ended, offering his hands for a fist bomb.