Yesterday, my boss got paid for the sale of the company and signed the final contract. The celebration in the evening was at Zuma. It was bittersweet for me.
The venture capital employees, their lawyers, my ex-boss (whom I consider a brother from now on), his financial consultant, his three lawyers and I was there along with the new boss and the new CFO. I and my boss managed to sit next to each other. He shared little tidbits from his day and we had good laughs. He kept giving me very valuable key points. I guess the rest of the people who did not know us well enough, finally understood the strong bond between us.
The food was superb but I doubt that I would go there out of my own budget unless it is a very special occasion. So expensive!
I am 51 and I was the oldest person at that dinner table. I feel old!
Since we all live in the same neighborhood and since, I do not drink much at all, I drove both my old and new bosses to our office to pick up their cars. (our office is in the same neighborhood that we live). The head of the venture capital company kept telling me my cargo was too precious so, I should be careful. I told him, I intended to kidnap them both and ask for hefty ransoms. Lol!
Today they packed the ex-boss' personal belongings and it was a sad look. That office will never be the same without him.
Well, it is the end of an era for sure...