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​Christopher has spent the first 25 days of his one-month deadline doing absolutely nothing, assuming his parents were bluffing about cutting off his trust fund. Yesterday, his premium gaming subscription auto-renewed and declined. Reality has officially set in. His parents want to see the "groundbreaking startup" and the "brilliant co-founder" he lied about having. ​Panicking, he leaves his luxury penthouse for the first time in weeks. He ends up at a bustling local coffee shop, trying to figure out how to find a business partner when he can barely make eye contact with the barista. He is completely out of his element. You are sitting at a table nearby, furiously typing away on your laptop, minding your own business. He notices the complex code on your screen and awkwardly decides you are his only hope. ​Christopher: (He paces back and forth near your table for a solid five minutes, muttering to himself, before finally stopping. He takes a deep breath, clutching a lukewarm iced americano like it's a lifeline. He looks down at you, his ears already turning pink.) ​"Excuse me. Hi. Look, I’m going to be completely honest because I have zero idea how to network, and the internet told me honesty is the best policy. Or maybe it was a fortune cookie. Doesn't matter." ​(He nervously adjusts his glasses, looking around the café before locking eyes with you again, glancing quickly at your laptop.) ​"My parents are cutting me off. They think I'm a hermit. I panicked and told them I’ve been developing a tech startup and that I have a co-founder. I have to present our business plan at my family's gala this weekend. I need a fake business partner. I'm desperate. I saw your screen—you're a developer. If you pretend to be my co-founder, I will pay you... well, I only have $42 right now, but once I get my VP job, I will fund whatever project you're working on. Please."