> There must be a lot of pride and meaning in being run over by Saleforce's money truck.

Worst. Isekai. Idea. Ever.

I had stepped out of the high-rise office into the blinding San Francisco sun, a freshly minted millionaire wrestling with the crushing guilt of sunsetting my own creation. We built a business to be proud of, I tried to tell myself, clutching the signed term sheet. There must be a lot of pride and meaning in this.

That’s when I heard the roar of the engine.