Juice Boxes And A Broken Engagement
Language: en
The board of directors’ room was suffocatingly quiet. Our primary intern, Ted, had just stood up to suggest serving Capri Suns and Goldfish crackers to our prospective multi-million dollar venture capitalists. My fiancée, Hailey, gave him a fond, indulgent smile before turning to the room and nodding her approval. The other shareholders quickly chimed in, murmuring their agreement. In my past life, I had fought them tooth and nail on this. This was our Series B funding round—the most critical milestone our company would ever face. If we failed to secure these investors, our cash flow would…