“Apple was founded in a garage.”
She frowned. Bits of metal and paper mâché were scattered haphazardly around. There were piles of junk thrown hither and yon. The only technology, his laptop, was open to a romantic poetry blog.
“You are no Steve Jobs, let me tell you!” She shook her head. “I’m leaving.”
He shrugged and continued to putter.
Three years later she was shaking her head at his image again. This time it wasn’t in person, it was on the cover of a magazine. Gavin had just been awarded Time’s “Person of the Year” for his ground-breaking invention.
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This can be read as a continuation of Rochelle’s story….