Part 2
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.
I had spent my nights renegotiating his bank loans and redrafting the flawed contracts that were driving his best clients away. I personally secured the emergency funding that allowed him to make payroll last spring and prepared the complex compliance audit due this coming Monday.
I had done all of it for free because I believed we were building a future together, and I kept quiet when he claimed my work as his own. He once told me he needed to appear self-sufficient to maintain his reputation, and I had been foolish enough to believe him.
“That credit line you keep boasting about was something I negotiated for you,” I said, looking around at the friends who had been laughing moments ago. “I wrote the contracts that keep your revenue flowing, and the legal clearance you need by Friday won’t happen without my signature.”
“You’re exaggerating, Valeria,” Garrett snapped, his voice losing its polished edge and taking on a sharp tone of desperation. I looked him dead in the eye and told him I wasn’t reacting to a joke, but rather to the two years of silence I had endured while he used my talent.
