Nov 15, 2019
@dsappointments / for sam
harsh was every part the picture of a perfect investor – pressed suit, mussed hair, and twin thumbprints underneath his eyes. something about vc’s always gave them the air of living halfway between exhilaration and exhaustion. it suited harsh well enough. late nights combing over files were easily excused with meetings or early calls. he was a busy, busy man, after all.
“sam!” he clapped him on the shoulder a touch firmer than strictly necessary. “just the man was looking for around here.”