Funding the Flame
Language: en
I once had a secret, hidden relationship with Roman Pierce. He paid for my tuition, and I slept in his bed. Later, he told me he was at the age where he wanted to get married and have kids. So, I unilaterally ended things. Years later, we met again. I was accompanying my academic advisor to pitch him for a research investment. After a few too many drinks, I pinched his face and drunkenly ran my mouth: "I have money now. Here’s two thousand bucks. Let me top you just once!" Everyone else froze in sheer panic, scrambling to explain: "Mr. Pierce, he’s just wasted and talking nonsense! He…