Harry started life poor. Then he was a millionaire. Then, one day, he wasn’t.
Business made him. “And broke me, too,” he laughed. “Funny thing… they say be nice to the people you meet on the way up, because you’ll see them again on the way down. And they’re right, you know? It was the exact same crowd, still doing their little deals. Like I’d never left.”
John sighed. “Makes you wonder why you bother, doesn’t it?”
“What?” Harry looked at him like he was mad. “Hell no. So I ended up where I started. At least I went somewhere.”
The prompt for this one was ‘hobnob’, which comes from the Middle English habbe nabbe, meaning ‘to have and have not’. Wikipedia says so.