It was an unexpected 60 seconds of trembling. My hands could not stop the shake. What was consuming my body? Some kind of unknown fear? How could this happen when I practiced the speech over and over?
My torso was gutted in thirty seconds. Then my shame decided I should apologize for my lack of intelligence. A coward lurked inside of me. Possibility was, oh so far away.
Though the elevator had at least four other people in it...it was her and I that had the moment in time controlled. No one existed but us. Who was she? How did she get to be on the other side of me? How did she get to be the one who had the power? Why was I the one standing in the position of the thousands?
Surly fate of life existed. A square moving box had nothing on that. Electricity, light up buttons, sliding metal mirrored doors, and her and I, and her and I...
I know my stats down pat! I know what I have is a weekly average of 16% growth,which is insanely high for a startup. I know that the market we are after is barely saturated, and we would be considered early. Yeah, I know a few things, and then she cuts me with the investors sharp knife. I'm dead. She killed me, and I wouldn't want it any other way. This is the brutal truth I needed.
Until I master my ground. I cannot battle the Techstars Elevator Boss. For now she is the winner.
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