Fiction | July 24, 2012
Project X
Bart Skarzynski
The trip couldn’t have mattered more: it was my first, and the potential client was worth half a billion dollars. Maybe I wasn’t flying to London, Tokyo or Dubai as I’d often imagined, and maybe the shuttle was too small to have a business class, but after three years of work, I was finally getting a foretaste of the future and a chance to prove myself. Since I’d started, a callow Math and Economics BSc from Yale, I’d long mastered the spreadsheets I used, also improved them and created some new ones, become a real pitch book wizard in the process, but as far as meeting clients went, I was still a nobody in a fancy suit. Then all at once everything changed.
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