Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Kelsey Langland-Hayes
Professor Ross
ENGL 305
7 February 2020
Just Business
Passing an older gentleman in tattered clothing, I pause for a moment to fiddle in my pockets. I
smile at the gentleman as I reach for loose bills and hand them to him. With a heavy sigh, I grab
the door and march into the dimly-lit room of Oliver’s Steakhouse, locking eyes with a slim man
in his early 30s. With a quick nod, I walk in his direction and excuse myself as I work my way
“Likewise. It’s an honor to meet with you and to be interviewed for Just Business. I’m
not much of a magazine reader myself, but some of my colleagues have shared some of
“And you’re quite the businessman, Mr. Dominguez. Before we begin, I say we order
Breathing in the delectable smell of steak, I pick up my utensils and slice into its pink, juicy
center before putting it into my mouth. I glance over at the vacant table next to us and notice a
busboy cleaning up full plates of food. Shifting my gaze over to the window, I catch a glimpse of
“Mr. Dominguez,” he brings my attention back to our table, “I know I spoke with your
secretary some on the phone, but I wanted to meet with you today to discuss your success
as an entrepreneur.”
“Alright, sir. So, what would you say is your dream job?”
“My dream job? It’s funny you ask that, but I don’t spend too much time thinking about
“Understandable. So, I guess you could say that you’re in your dream job right now?”
“That’s great to hear...” he jots something down before looking back up, “Moving right
along then. Mr. Dominguez, you own a skyrocketing business and you’re known as one
of the wealthiest men in the state of Texas...What has made you so successful in life?”
Taking a moment to process, I look over at his nearly full plate and observe him moving his
steak back and forth. I bite my tongue for a moment and shift my gaze back to his face.
“Umm...yeah. I guess that depends on how you would define success. What do you
consider successful?”
“What do I consider successful?” he laughs, “For one, having what you want when you
“Forgive me, but I guess you can’t call me successful by your standards. Being an
entrepreneur requires you to take risks and not always produce the results you want when
you want to…” my tone softens more, “Mr. Ellis, from my experience, success is laying
your head down every night knowing that you’re a different person than when you woke
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up; it’s planting seeds and continuing to plant those seeds, and it’s being okay with the
“Honestly, I’ve come a long way...I used to have nothing, or at least what people here in
Suddenly, the waitress comes over and starts to clean off our table as I take a sip of my water.
“Sorry to interrupt, but would you like me to bring you a box for that, sir?” she nods
I choke on my water and abruptly grab my napkin to cover my mouth, trying to suppress my
“What? You don’t ever throw away your leftovers, Mr. Billionaire?”
“No. Leftovers are the only reason my sister and I are still alive.”
“Let me tell you about where I come from…” my eyes focus on his plate before I
continue, “I grew up in a small town, hidden in the hills of Guatemala, known as San Jose
Calderas. My father left when I was only a baby, so it was just me, my sister, and our
mother. I attended a single room school and feeding center called Milagro. Every day, I
brought a tiny plastic bag and kept it deep within my pocket until the women at Milagro
made us lunch. Oftentimes, that was the only meal I would receive all day, yet
I would pull the plastic from my pocket to save whatever I could for Maria and my
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mother; the days we had soup were the most challenging days to bring food home, but I
made do and we made do. Every now and again, I had an American friend in the city,
Matthew, who would send me with a bag filled with whatever his family hadn’t finished
from that night. On those nights...that was our “Thanksgiving.” When I attended
school, my sister, Maria, worked in a hotel while my mother spent most of her days
gardening, hoping to grow any food she could...even though it hardly ever rained. She did
what she could to help me and my sister survive, but nothing would ever grow. Even
though our only source of sustenance was leftovers, she had hope…”
Locking eyes with Mr. Ellis, I take a deep breath and smile.
more seed every day, even when it never rains,” I chuckle to myself, “so yes...I’m serious
Jumping up, Mr. Ellis causes his chair to stumble back a bit before snatching up his jacket and
notebook.
“Waiter, I will take that box,” Mr. Ellis shifts his eyes to the older gentleman outside the
window, “Sorry to cut this short, Mr. Dominguez, but I think it’s about time I started