New investor

19 New investor

Aaron was writing—nothing related to business, just his daily scribbles. He enjoyed writing random things, planning and strategizing on a piece of paper which he’d then fold and throw into the shredder by the corner. His hand moved over the paper, writing and writing.

It took the doo to his office opening to distract him and he glanced up. “Oh,” he said, smiling. “Aunt Gracie. What brings you to my humble office?”

“This office is anything but humble,” she said, possibly referring to the many posters of pop artists he had hung up. Well, it was his personal space and Aaron felt he could design it however he wanted. He wasn’t going to be as boring as Andrew.

“Is there something I can help you with?” he asked, squinting.

Gracie sat and took the paper he’d been scribbling on. She glanced at him, eyebrows raised. “You’re at this again? And today you wrote, ‘revenge’ in bold letters.”