R: A script. Your turn
E: A script for what?
Oh, he needed another drink for this discussion. But first…
R: Answer me and I’ll tell you
E: No fun
He grabbed the gin and bottle of tonic and poured another, adding two lime wedges.
R: I’m plenty of fun but you have to live up to your end of the deal
E: Fine pina colada eegee with rum
He sent a bunch of laughing emojis.
E: We out of wine
E: *We’re
Ah, she was sobering up a bit.
R: I am working on a script for a podcast I’m trying to start. Stupid thing kicks my ass every time
He sat on the couch, abandoning his passion project for now. He’d tried today, he really had, and still…nothing. Maybe the inner voice that sounded awfully close to his dad’s was right—this was a waste of time. No one would listen to some dude yammer on about food and history and booze, and he was foolish to believe he’d be successful.
E: I’m sure you’ll make it behave what’s it about?
R: History of food and how the production and trade have changed the world in both good ways and bad. I majored in global studies and minored in history then worked as a bartender. Loved working in the food industry and wanted to do something with everything I learned.
E: sounds amazing I’d totally listen to that. But why a podcast and not a book?
R: I tried a book but my ADHD is a bitch when it comes to focusing for too long on one thing. This story is so big, spanning the course of human civilization. I needed a platform that would allow me to tell the whole story. No one is doing anything like it.
E: Soooo why are you working for your dad
Money. It was the answer to everything in life. He could’ve searched for another job or requested for more shifts at Nopalitos. Learned to manage with what he earned, like almost everyone else. The money from his trust fund had already bought him a first-rate setup. He had a high-end laptop, an excellent microphone, quality headphones, and great editing software.
If he failed, he’d need a cushion, and the temptation to have more—more time, more freedom, both bought with the trust fund—had him agreeing to work for his father. But had he not showed up at DeMarco Property Management when he did, he may never have reconnected with Elissa Wright. And that would’ve been a damned shame.
R: Blackmail sort of
E: ????
R: I have a trust fund. My dad now controls it. He won’t let me have access to it unless I work for the family business for the next 2 years
E: That sucks
R: Yeah but I’m trying to put together a business plan to convince him this podcast can be monetized. Maybe he’ll back off
The thinking bubble appeared and stayed for a long, long time.
E: I helped a couple of friends work through the finance stuff for their business plans in college. Want me to look at what you have?
He hadn’t been fishing for help. Just trying to explain to the girl he was…what? Dating? Attracted to? Simping for? All of the above, to be honest. Ryan wished her to know he was more than an office manager for his father’s property management company. He had plans for his future and wasn’t always an entitled asshole.
R: That would be great! You sure it’s not too much to ask?
