|
|
|
|
|
|
by neuronexmachina
84 days ago
|
|
|
I had stepped out of the high-rise office into the blinding San Francisco sun, a freshly minted millionaire wrestling with the crushing guilt of sunsetting my own creation. We built a business to be proud of, I tried to tell myself, clutching the signed term sheet. There must be a lot of pride and meaning in this. That’s when I heard the roar of the engine. |
|
|