Chapter 13
He noticed my discomfort and patiently explained.
“My father wants me to take over the family business, but I’d rather make my own way. To experience life and temporarily avoid the family arrangements, I took a job delivering food.”
“That day at the show, I’d actually just finished my last delivery and was dragged along by a coworker to fill an audience seat.”
Then he changed the subject. “But that wasn’t the first time we met.”
“A month ago, outside a building in the financial district, you gave a business lunch you were about to throw away to a delivery guy. Remember?”
I thought carefully, then shook my head slightly. “No, I don’t.”
Ryan smiled wryly.
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I covered my face in embarrassment.
The atmosphere did lighten a bit.
Ryan brought two lounge chairs out onto the balcony of the old villa.
We sat side by side.
He told me many stories about his life in San Francisco.
He said he’d been groomed as the heir since childhood.
Started interning in the family business at fifteen; his first proposal saved the company tens of millions in costs.
At seventeen, he independently managed an investment project whose return rate impressed even the board
veterans.
By twenty-five, he was driving the group’s digital transformation, earning praise for his capabilities even from competitors.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at me. “What
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about you? What was your life like before you met me?”
The question caught me off guard.
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