Billionaire by accident

far from the extravagances of the more chic neighborhoods of the capital. Every morning he woke up to the sound of his cheap alarm clock, which sat on a worn wooden beds

red with cables, technical manuals and a few unkempt potted plants. He spent his days coding, solving technical problems, and dreaming of growing his own busine

every attempt to find investors or launch a start-up had failed. Fear of failure and lack of funds were constant obstacles. He often dreamed of creating a revolu

mmodation was small but functional, with a tiny kitchen where he prepared simple meals. The living room doubled as a bedroom, with a s

looking concerned. Sophie was a dynamic young woman, a social worker, whose enthusiasm and passion for her profession cont

ing her bag on the table. She sat across f

ming in his stomach. "W

. I'm tired of this life, of your lack of ambition. You are incredib

know I have plans, ideas. But it's not so e

wanting more, really wanting to succeed. You're conten

ght. He was afraid of taking risks, of leaving his comfort zone, and this

n the shadow of your unrealized dreams. I want someone who is wi

find the words. The brutal trut

ur separate ways," she finally

s eyes betraying his pa

e. "I hope you find what you are looking f

e last time. " Take care of yourself. » Then she disappeared into the Parisian nigh

ng to understand what had just happened. The small clock on the kitchen table

no comfort. He opened the window, letting in the cool night air, hoping it would ease his torm

rds still echoed in his mind. She was right. He was content to dream without ever really acting. H

not only for himself, but also to prove to those who believed in him that he was capabl

usual routine. Before leaving his apartment, he took one last look at the photo of him and Sophie, taken d

eas, the projects he had always put off. During his lunch break, he researched start-ups and availabl

oine. Something new? » asked T

certain sadness. "Let's just say I had a revelation. It's t

t's great, man. If you need

means a lot to me," rep

ast failure seemed to fuel his determination. He contacted former colleagues and potential investors, seeking allies to bring his

g, the couples walking, the simple and beautiful life that continued around him. He began to write, letting his tho

gain, stronger, more accomplished. Maybe one day she would see the man he had become. But for now, Antoin

t chapter of a new life, a life where he would never again be a