Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

In this tale, all names have been altered to safeguard both the guilty and the innocent. The following narrative is presented to the best of my recollection and understanding.

Weeks had passed since I last connected with Brett. The holiday madness coupled with long hours spent helping privileged students refine their college essays kept us both preoccupied. I decided to call Brett, curious about his well-being and whether he was free to meet. Given that winter typically slowed landscaping work (aside from snow removal), I expected he’d be available. I was taken aback when he mentioned he was swamped and couldn’t meet at a reasonable hour. However, he invited me to join him at a local business meeting that kicked off ridiculously early, promising it would be a fantastic networking opportunity where I might find more writing gigs.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of bed for a 7:30 AM meeting held in a church basement near the famous Milford, CT duck pond. Uncertain of where to go and hesitant to enter alone, I waited outside in the morning chill for Brett's bright red truck to arrive. Fortunately, he showed up right on time, and we exchanged greetings before heading inside.

The church basement resembled any other: a spacious, somewhat dingy area filled with old folding chairs and tables arranged in a wide U-shape. To my surprise, a few people were already seated with their materials laid out. Most importantly, a table at the far end boasted a box of coffee and donut holes, drawing the attention of other attendees. It took considerable restraint not to dash over and indulge, as I hadn’t even had a chance to brew my own coffee yet. Instead, I calmly accompanied Brett to the table, pouring myself a cup and snagging a donut hole.

Brett immediately began chatting with familiar faces, introducing me as his guest. I was unaware that bringing a guest was a significant event, permitted only under strict conditions due to the organization's rigid protocols. I soon learned that every participant had a strict two-minute limit for introductions, enforced by a timer, with the meeting facilitator cutting off anyone who exceeded it. While I appreciated the order they maintained, I couldn’t help but find it overly rigid for my free-spirited artistic personality.

I introduced myself with relative ease; public speaking had never been a hurdle for me as long as I didn’t need to recite anything verbatim. When I mentioned my role as a writer, I noticed some intrigued looks, hinting that my services were in demand, which was the main purpose of the gathering. After everyone shared their introductions, one individual monopolized the floor discussing their business, leaving the rest of us bored.

As the meeting wrapped up, attendees lingered to socialize and network. Brett soon blended into the crowd, leaving me to navigate the room alone. I might have been frustrated, but thankfully, someone soon approached me to discuss my writing and potential collaborations. I ended up engaging with a few individuals regarding possible paid assignments when the club president approached, paper in hand. Anticipating a pitch for membership, I was open to hearing him out, especially given the positive reception I was receiving. However, my enthusiasm waned when I learned the membership fee was a staggering $800 annually. While that might not be a significant expense for a business, it felt insurmountable for a 24-year-old freelancer struggling to make ends meet.

Eventually, it was time to leave, and Brett and I headed out together. He inquired about my thoughts on the group, and I candidly expressed that it was intriguing but far too costly for me. He nodded empathetically, agreeing that the upfront cost was steep but suggested it could eventually pay off. I shared that I had recently spent a similar amount setting up my LLC, which visibly shocked him. He couldn’t believe the cost I had incurred and offered to help me set it up for a fraction of that amount had I only asked. I shrugged, acknowledging that there was no turning back now. I then revealed my chosen business name: Perfectionist Media.

Brett considered the name for a moment before expressing his disapproval. His reaction stung more than I expected; after all, he was not just my first significant client but also a mentor. His opinion mattered to me. When I pressed for his reasons, he merely shrugged, stating it just didn’t resonate with him. After a handshake and a farewell, he climbed into his truck, leaving me to walk back to my car.

After some thought, I decided to stick with the name simply because I couldn’t come up with anything better. I genuinely liked it, believing it encapsulated my dedication as a writer and creator — someone who aimed for perfection for my clients. Brett's casual dismissal of my choice was disappointing.

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