“I can’t do this alone,” Phil lamented.
“Excuse me?” said Nate. He stood up and looked over the cubicle wall. “Did you say something?”
Phil looked at Nate’s head peeking over the wall that separated their respective workspaces. “Nah. I was just thinking out loud, I guess.”
“What can’t you do alone?”
“Nothing, really,” Phil responded. “It’s just that I hate this place and I’ve been working on something that can maybe get me out of here, but I can’t do it on my own.”
“Working on something?” Nate’s interest was piqued. He, too, hated his job. “Like what?”
“It’s an app for smartphones,” Phil responded. He then took a few minutes to explain the fundamentals of his idea to Nate.
Phil’s enthusiasm over his app idea was infectious and Nate grew excited. But then Phil looked up at Nate with the sad eyes of resignation. “But I need a partner.”
Nate was a great programmer, but he knew he lacked imagination. Phil, in the other hand, was an idea guy who was always looking for “the next big thing.”
“What kind of partner are you looking for?” Nate asked.
“I need to quit this job and work on my app full time, so I need financial backer who can fund my work for at least a year,” Phil explained. “And I need a strong coder who can help someone who can work with me to bring my to fruition.”
“I have a couple of hundred grand from my inheritance. And at the risk of sounding immodest, I’ve made some savvy market investments, too.” Nate proudly said. “And I’m one hell of a coder, to boot.”
Nate thought for a second after saying what he said. “But I need fifty percent.”
“Thirty-five,” Phil responded.
Phil got up, walked over to Nate’s cubicle, hugged him, and said, “Howdy pahdner.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “partner.”