Melissa had taken her time getting ready this morning. She was seldom rushed, but today she felt a sense of urgency to get to her appointment. She was a confident, successful woman with a thriving career. Managing several teams and conducting across the board meetings was second nature to her. But today, hesitation consumed her.
They had agreed to meet at a local cafe.
‘Table 19’, he texted.
Christopher could barely make ends meet. Though he had strong entrepreneurial instincts, he needed an investor for his startup to get it off the ground. That is when he reached out to Melissa.
‘You look good’, Melissa said hesitantly.
‘You haven’t changed much yourself. Still as beautiful as the day I met you’.
Melissa sat there overcome by emotion. This was the same table they had spent many afternoons together sipping bitter-sweet lemonade as college freshman.
He wanted a hefty investment. Could she trust him? Someone who had disillusioned her not once, but twice. But that was personal, and this was business. Or so she told herself.
This post was written as part of the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. Thank you to Dawn Miller for the photo prompt.
Word Count 174.
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Bad idea. Tell her its a bad idea! hahaha love the story.
Thanks! I hope she knows!
Don’t do, Melissa!
Ohh, it’s never a good idea to mix business with personal life. Especially when he tries to start with a line like that!
I agree! Business and pleasure can get complicated!
Hmmm, I think I would think twice before I would invest in his startup. Great story!
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Eek, no, tell her to run a million miles the other way 🙂
Hum. She might want to reconsider.
I want to know what happened next!!
So do I.
Nice buildup here – the tension of decisions. But, yeah, she should probably say no.
If he wasn’t trustworthy in a personal relationship I doubt he will be trustworthy in a business relationship. She already knows what kind of person he is and should not let her fascination of him cloud her judgement. She should walk away and not let herself get involved with him.
Perhaps. But could he have changed? I wonder.
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I want to yell at her “No!”