My mother’s heart disease had relapsed, and she needed money to save her life.
It took all my courage to ask my girlfriend, a billionaire who had kept our relationship secret for ten years, to lend me some money.
But before I could get a word out, she coldly berated me and kicked me out of the conference room.
“Get out. Do you really think an employee at your level belongs in my conference room?”
Her capable male assistant immediately escorted me outside to wait.
I waited for eight hours.
Then the hospital called to tell me my mother had died.
Only then did my CEO girlfriend seem to remember me. She told her assistant to bring me into her office.
“Go on, tell me. What did you come to see me about?”
A bitter smile tugged at my lips.
“Nothing. I just wanted to take up a little of your time and break up with you.”
