My Uncle Mocked My New Business at Brunch — He Didn’t Know My Investor Was My Partner

My Uncle Mocked My New Business at Brunch — He Didn’t Know My Investor Was My Partner "That little startup of yours." Uncle Marcus set down his coffee cup the way men do when they want the sound to land. "You really think it's going anywhere?" The Harmon Street Grille was full that Sunday. Eleven-fourteen in the morning, the kind of late-fall light that comes through restaurant windows at a flat angle and makes everything look more permanent than it is. Our table was round, which meant no one could pretend they hadn't heard. My mother had her hands folded in her lap. My cousin Drew was looking at his phone with the specific concentration of someone who has decided not to be there. Across from me, in a chair he'd pulled slightly away from the table the way he always did in new rooms, was Elliot Marsh. Marcus didn't know who Elliot was. That was the only reason the next twenty minutes happened the way they did. Disclaimer: This content is a fictional story written for entertainment only. All names, characters, and events are products of imagination, and any resemblance to real individuals or situations is coincidental. This story is original content created by our channel. © All rights to this content are strictly reserved. #aita #reddit #redditstories #redditstory #revengestory #revenge