Silver Slam, page-86

Hemingway version for The Bizz

walked into the office. Ignored the usual crowd who had gathered around yet another birthday cake. Or was it a farewell speech. I didn’t care. 
Argued with people. A lot.
launched a red card. Charged customers for it 
launched another card. A black card. Made it free.
a few years later walked past the birthday crowd again.
they were celebrating how successful their black card had become. 
And were passing around celebration cake
I went to the fridge. Ate some cheese and had old red wine that had been left behind a week before.