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associated with and dated.
    But a girl could dream, right? I was getting over a relationship that went sour, so it was fair game for a girl to fantasize.
    Finally, it was time for the big three days. As a volunteer, they gave me many odd jobs. I kept the lines in check, served people their beverages, prepared the stage for the guest speakers, and spent many hours waiting for some action. The job was an odd mix of excitement and tedium. Then Saturday night came. The convention was still active Sunday, but Sundays were usually chill days, and all the action came during Saturday night.
    They assigned me to prepare the stage for Pulley and Goldsmith, and I made sure that the lighting was flattering, the microphones worked, and the monitors would show their faces. When everything was tested, they gave me a VIP seat in the front row.
    Soon, Pulley and Goldsmith came out, smiles across their faces. I had to admit, they were even easier on the eyes in real life, and my mind was in the gutter during the entire speech. The theme of the speech was “Taking Advantage of the Web’s Constantly Changing Atmosphere.”
    “Anyone can get rich from the Web,” Pulley explained. “But you have to take advantage of a trend while it’s in its infancy.”
    “The guys at Google realized this,” Goldsmith continued. “In 1998, there wasn’t a search engine that was up-to-snuff, and they created one that changed the face of the Internet forever.”
    “Same thing with Mark Zuckerberg,” Pulley added. “In 2004, there wasn’t a traditional social network that appealed to anyone, and Mark managed to create Facebook.”
    They continued to explain that during college, they realized how more people were communicating using their phones, focusing less on the language and more on the pictures. Therefore, they took advantage of the situation by creating their own social media.
    “And the rest is history,” Pulley finished. “Once someone takes advantage of a certain niche of the Internet, there is no way you can compete. No one can make a search engine to top Google, just as no one will defeat Facebook. But the trends of the Internet continue to change, so if you pay attention, you can make your own website or app that everyone will love.”
    With that, the two ended their speech, and everyone applauded. I was usually bored to tears with these presentations, but they were charismatic and understood how the youth worked. Plus, both were cute.
     
    Chapter Two
    From eight until midnight, there was a VIP party going on in the ballroom. In spite of marketing itself as a convention where anyone had the opportunity to meet with even the richest, those who paid more did get some perks. Sometimes, the guests would pop their head in the hallway to talk to attendees, but most hung with the guests who paid hundreds to attend. Event staff was also given access to the VIP room, so out of boredom, and since my shift was over, I headed there.
    To my surprise, the VIP party was quite anticlimactic. There were a few punchbowls, sandwiches, and other refreshments strung across the table, but the room was cramped the people didn’t appear to be entertained. The guests looked bored out of their minds, and I could tell they were only there because they had an obligation to be. I felt sorry for anyone who paid out the wazoo to get the VIP party.
    The two who were having fun, however, were Pulley and Goldsmith. They had their backs casually against the wall, sipping on champagne. Their ties were loosened, their collars popped, their suits almost falling off. Deep down, I could tell they still had the frat boy in them. I also wondered if the two ever did their own thing. They were like twins. 
    Many people tried speaking to the two, most being ambitious, young business majors, but the two said little. Everyone soon leaved them, and as one passed, I heard one mutter, “They’re kind of dicks in real life.”
    I ignored them and went up to the two, my heart

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