Garrett remained standing there with his hand on the table, clearly expecting me to break down or start a public argument. “Don’t worry,” I told him, “the engagement ends here, and so does every bit of work I have been doing to keep your firm from going under.”
The silence that followed wasn’t just awkward; it was heavy with the weight of impending disaster. Simon shifted in his seat and asked what I was talking about, but Garrett stayed silent because he looked like the floor had just vanished beneath his feet.
For two years, Garrett had carefully cultivated the image of a brilliant founder and a visionary leader who built his tech consultancy through sheer grit. He loved to brag about his negotiation skills and his “brilliant” financial strategies during our group dinners.
The reality was that his firm had been hemorrhaging cash two years ago, and he had begged me for a professional favor. I stepped in out of love, discovering a company that was a total wreck behind its polished branding and expensive office space.