In the VIP lounge, I kept mum, listening in on the bigwigs for the latest investment tips, quietly raking it in.
"Jessie, you really got a handle on those old fogies—totally whipped! I'd kneel to learn your ways."
I flashed a knowing smile, "Keep it low-key, let's not make waves."
Now it was their turn to zip it, only Logan kept chuckling quietly.
On the ride back, I gave him the cold shoulder—no one likes being the butt of a joke!
Yet, that remark did spark a thought.
"I'm thinking about starting my own venture, any tips?"
At a red light, he looked me in the eye, seriously mapping out a plan.
I didn't have much corporate experience, so the best bet was to intern at his company first and learn the ropes—he'd see to the details.
Consider it payback for dealing with his wacky relatives.
Corporate efficiency meant I was moving my gear into the office within a week.
I'd been spinning non-stop, even crafting presentations on the car ride.
Lucky for me, the big boss was always nearby, quick to pinpoint issues and offer sound advice.
"Jessie, join us for dinner."
I stretched my neck, "Sure, Luke."