"Yes, Julian," Mark said with a sigh. "Back then, I always wanted to tell you to stay out of that whole mess with Julian. After all, he was the one who got short-sighted from snorting too much cocaine. He just handed that massive General Motors IPO opportunity over to Goldman Sachs, costing us over 300 million USD in underwriting fees. And in the end, you were the one who took the fall for him."
"It's all in the past," Don Quixote said, waving his hand dismissively. "Besides, I was already thinking about starting my own business back then. The global partners at the time knew about it, so it was all just a convenient way to make it happen."
"But if you hadn't taken the fall for him," Mark lamented, "you wouldn't have lived in a basement for all those years... suffering so much..."
"But everything's fine now, isn't it?" Don Quixote said, looking at the downcast Mark and offering some comfort. "I'm only 45. And now, thanks to my nephew, my weekly salary is 46,000 USD after taxes."
