I had debts.
- A little kid.
A car that started only when he felt like it.
And an absurd dream of opening a construction firm.
I remembered I got a loan.
I had always thought it had been guaranteed because of my business plan.
Margaret shakes her head.
The bank refused.
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No.
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Twice.
Then where did the money come from?
- From Dad.
I remained still.
It is not possible.
“My father sold a property. He gave me the money, and I introduced him to the company through the structure his lawyer recommended.
Why didn’t you tell me?
“Because you were so proud that when the bank refused you a second time, you said you’d rather give up than living on my family’s money.
I started browsing the papers.
- How much?
Margaret told me the amount.
I’m out of words.
At the value of that time, it was enough to start the company and keep it alive in the first year.
