![]() ![]() “We still have four blocks before my place,” I say. “Aw, hell.” I pull my jacket up on my elbows to provide some shelter for the two of us, but the rain trebles, more coming down and faster. Not for me.”Ī fat raindrop plops on my nose, sliding down the bridge, followed by another and then a wet succession. They make mistakes they won’t take responsibility for and decisions they never have to feel the impact of. They make profit off the misfortune of others. “What do politicians make? They make war. Gutenberg, Edison, Stephenson, Jobs-something about the present wasn’t good enough, so they made the future.” I almost choke on a jaded chuckle. “Besides, it’s the dreamers, the inventors and entrepreneurs who change the world the most. “Let’s just say the family business is not for me.” Neither of them, I add to myself. “You didn’t want to get into the family business, so to speak?” she follows up. I may have shunned the Cade name, but the Cade nature is not so easily shed. It was just a question of if my ambitions would take me down a path that satisfied my father. Ambition, achieving was never a choice for me. ![]()
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