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The Harvard Business School Application
Paul ended his call with Sophie, a younger woman and a candidate for the two-year Harvard MBA program. Sophie had called and asked for his help and guidance with her Harvard Business School application. His sister Leeann, who was Sophie’s best friend, had asked him for this favor. He could not refuse Leeann and so they arranged a meeting for the following week. He took a sip from the Diet Coke he was drinking.
“Oh,” he thought, “I like the sound of her voice, I will help her out.”
Paul graduated from the very same school and had successfully helped many applicants from his home in Athens, Greece. Paul was always the giving type of character; he helped, on a voluntary basis younger students who wanted to study in the States.
Living alone in downtown Athens near the Presidential palace, Paul’s only companion was his Labrador, Ben. His penthouse on the fashionable Herodus Atticus Street had a splendid view of the Acropolis. The sprawling national gardens covered with trees and flowers from all over the world were just below his penthouse. Paul often enjoyed absorbing the verdant beauty as it relaxed him so much. He was very happy with his successful career at Procter & Gamble. His parents, Mike and Elizabeth lived in the family villa near Athens, as did his younger sister Leeann.
It was eleven o’ clock one night and Paul was at his penthouse balcony absorbing the beauty of the superbly all lit up Acropolis. Paul was very touched as he thought, “What a spectacle! Built from bright white marble, it combines ethereal harmony with pure simplicity. Grace. Aesthetics. Such a wonder of art, and to think that the architects deliberately didn’t use a single straight line in the building. The Acropolis. It all represents to me so many values. This is the cradle of democracy, philosophy and so much more. I’m proud to be a descendant of the ancient Greeks.”
A few years earlier, while an MBA student at Harvard business school, Paul had a very serious relationship with Wendy, a girl from Chicago. Paul was falling hard for Wendy but was disheartened to discover she had cheated on him three times. Even worse, he found out through friends that Wendy was investigating him and had found out he was extremely wealthy. A fact that he had intentionally kept hidden from her. In total desperation, he had called Drew, his best friend and mentor in Greece. Reflecting on that conversation, he wished he had listened to Drew.
“Drew, what shall I do with Wendy?” Paul asked.
“Stay away from her, think with your mind not with your heart. I don’t like her character at all; she is not an honest person. I remember when I visited you at Harvard; the three of us were having lunch. She openly flirted with me, right in front of your eyes, amazing. She cheats, she lies and she has a plan. Obviously, she’s after your money. Wendy is an untrustworthy person. Paul, be careful.” Drew warned him. He was worried about his friend.