"No!" she couldn"t help exclaiming. "No, it"s not okay at all! The TechCrunch article-I just-" She couldn"t find the words.
"I know, it was awesome! They practically called you the new star of Silicon Valley. I feel like I should be collecting your autograph." She stared at him in disbelief. "Did you read what they said about Adam? They said Tom"s probably going to kick him out. I never said that!"
"Aw, it wasn"t that bad." He stepped forward and touched her arm.
"Want to have some tea?"
She stood there for a second and sighed deeply. Then she conceded.
"Yeah, okay."
She sat at the table in the incubator kitchen while Sundeep took out two mugs. "Earl Grey? English breakfast? Peppermint?"
"Peppermint," she said. "With two packs of sugar." He prepared the tea and brought it to her, along with a plate of sugar cookies.
"Thanks." She smiled up at him sheepishly.
"It"s nothing."
They sat in silence, sipping their tea.
"You"re really close to Adam, huh?"
"Yeah," Amelia said, breaking off a piece of cookie. "We"re twins. We"ve always been together. And without our parents, we were kind of all we ever had.""No wonder."
"No wonder what?"
"That you feel so protective of him. You"re really lucky to have him." In all her life, she didn"t remember anyone ever telling her she was lucky. "You"re right," she said, smiling. "I am really lucky.
She took a small bite of the cookie. "Do you have siblings?" she asked, sipping her tea.
"An older sister. She"s back in India, married and having babies. Do you want to see?"
He pulled out his iPhone and showed her photos of his nieces and nephews. "This is Sonal and her brother Raj. She"s just like her mother: totally bossy. But Raj keeps up with her." Amelia giggled at their expressions. "They are so cute! Look at his cheeks!"
"Right? Look at this one: Sonal made him play dress up." He showed her a picture of a little curly haired Indian boy in an oversized dress and pearl necklace, glaring angrily at the camera.
Sundeep smiled at the iPhone, and then up at Amelia. "Anyway, I"m a very proud uncle, if you couldn"t tell."
"Do you visit India often?"
Suddenly, Sundeep"s face darkened.
"I should get back to work," he said, clearing his throat.
"What"s wrong?" Amelia asked.
He stood up from the table. "Nothing. I just remembered that I have a lot to do today."
Amelia watched in confusion as Sundeep carried his mug over to the sink. "Sundeep, I"m sorry if I-"
"There"s no apology necessary," Sundeep said. He offered up an awkward smile. "Congratulations again on your wonderful article."
Chapter 10.
PowerPoint and Shoot T. J. arrived at his father"s office thirty minutes early, dressed in a suit and tie. He knew it wasn"t necessary, but he wanted to demonstrate that he was serious-and should be taken seriously.
He had been up until four o"clock in the morning working on the pitch deck, checking the numbers and making sure that all of the diagrams were properly aligned and up-to-date. He had put a lot of time into it, but the hours had flown by. Whenever he was working in Excel or PowerPoint, he felt like a machine, and he loved it. He knew so many keyboard shortcuts, and he loved how with five little keystrokes he could launch a major data a.n.a.lysis or create a perfectly aligned org chart.
It was nerdy, he admitted, but there was something gratifying about seeing your ideas communicated in a neat, efficient form that could be presented to investors.
One of his father"s a.s.sistants, Marie, directed him to the bench outside his father"s office, and he flipped through his pitch deck, reviewing his notes.
T. J. especially liked the last slide. He thought his name above "CEO & President" just felt . . . right. He knew his father would ask how he intended to fill in all the "TBD" slots, and he was prepared: there were several promising candidates for the COO and CFO roles in his fraternity alumni pool. And he felt confident that, via Amelia"s network in the computer science department, they could recruit talented engineers, especially after the nod from TechCrunch.
T. J. heard Marie"s voice on speakerphone in Ted"s office. "Jay Resnick on line one for you. Can you take it?"
"Sure thing, patch him through," Ted said. "Jay! How are you, buddy?" T. J. couldn"t help but listen in.
"Yeah, it"s been a tough couple of months, but we"ll recover. Lloyd"s hasn"t said no officially, they just want to wait until the press dies down and the investigation is settled. I have confidence we"ll be back at the deal by quarter two of next year . . . Of course I know who found the problem.
No, if we charged her for hacking they"d discover everything. As it is, they only know about the database . . . Of course I"m going to take her down; I can"t let this go. Listen, can you keep your mouth shut? Okay, good.
She"s got a new company, thinks she"s going to be a hotshot Silicon Valley Zuckerberg type. Frankly, she probably could; she"s smart as h.e.l.l. But I"m going to buy the company and destroy it. Won"t ruin my rep, I"m doing it through a sh.e.l.l company. No, I"m putting T. J. in as CEO. Who cares? It"ll give him something to do and me a channel to work through. You want in? Guarantee you"ll lose your money . . . Haha, yeah, okay. Gotta run. See you on the course Sat.u.r.day? Great."
T. J."s jaw dropped. Had his father really just said what he thought he"d said? He was looking at Doreye just to bring it down? And he was putting T. J. in as CEO because he thought he"d be a perfect puppet for its destruction? Didn"t he care that T. J."s reputation would be ruined if he was at the helm when Doreye went down? Didn"t he care that Doreye was a good product that could make a lot of money and help a lot of people?
But T.J. didn"t have time to dwell on it. His father was calling him into the office.
"Morning, son. You"re looking sharp. I can"t wait to see what you"ve got for me."
T. J. forced a smile and began walking Ted through the presentation.
He covered the basics on the slides but didn"t go into any of the details as he had planned. What was the point? At the end of the presentation, Ted patted him on the shoulder.
"T. J., this is excellent. I think you"ve got what it takes to be CEO, and after I buy Doreye, it"s the first move I"m making."
"That"s great, Dad. Really exciting."
"I want us to work closely together on this, but I don"t want the public to perceive any sort of conflict of interest, you know? I"m worried people might get the wrong idea if they see the investor"s son running the business.
So I"ve set up a sh.e.l.l company, Proximate Investments, which will be the investor of record, so that my name stays out of it. But rest a.s.sured, you"ll still have me for anything you need."
T. J. nodded blankly at his father. He couldn"t believe how easily his father was lying to his face.
Chapter 11.
Deal or No Deal "Is it true?" Adam stormed into Tom"s office. "Are you going to kick me out?"
"Of course it isn"t true," Tom said. "It"s journalism, Adam. They needed something juicy to finish off their piece. Rule number one in press relations: don"t take anything personally."
"But why didn"t you bring me to the meeting? I"m the head of business development!"
"You weren"t here, Adam, and the meeting came immediately. And, frankly, as the head of business development, you ought to recognize that Amelia is our star, and her image and her story will draw people to the product."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that a brilliant female engineer on need-based scholarship at Stanford is a fantastic Cinderella story. You can"t pay for that kind of PR.
People will latch onto her journey and will want to use the product to support her."
"But I"m a need-based scholarship kid at Stanford, too. Why can"t I be the face? Amelia doesn"t want it."
Tom looked over the top of his gla.s.ses at Adam disapprovingly. "One: that att.i.tude will never make you the face of anything. Being the face can never be the goal. Two: prove yourself first." They heard the front door slam and T. J. rushed by the office door.
"Everything okay, T. J.?" Tom called from his desk.
"Yep. Just fine!" T. J. said.
Tom"s phone rang and he answered. "h.e.l.lo?" Adam sat down in the chair across from Tom. He wanted to ask him how, exactly, he could prove himself.
"Is that so? Just off the article? What"s the offer? Uh-huh. And who"s the investor? Never heard of them. Well, yes, we"d have to review the terms.
If the investor wants to remain anonymous, he can"t have voting rights.
Okay, send over the sheet and we"ll take a look. Thanks, Linda." Tom had a suspicious look on his face as he turned to Adam. "Can you get your sister and meet me in the conference room?"
Adam stood up quickly, suddenly realizing that the call must have had something to do with Doreye. "Sure."
Tom and T. J. joined Adam and Amelia in the conference room. Tom shut the door.
"Well, guys, I"ve just had a phone call from a lawyer at Winger Partners.
You"ve gotten your first offer."
"Our first offer? You mean someone wants to buy Doreye?" Adam asked excitedly.
"But we haven"t even launched the product," Amelia said, c.o.c.king her head with suspicion.
"How much are they offering?" Adam asked, leaning forward in his chair.
"Eight and a half million," Tom answered. T. J. clucked his tongue in disgust, but no one noticed.
"Eight and a half million?" Adam almost shouted.
"Who is the investor?" Amelia asked.
"A company called Proximate Investments. It"s a new fund. The individual investors want to remain anonymous-I imagine they"re VCs who are investing as individuals and don"t want to have a conflict with their firms. Linda is sending over the terms."
"I can"t believe we"re going to get eight and a half million dollars!" Adam was practically drooling.
"Well, you have to build in taxes," Tom said.
Adam was exuberant. "Who cares? It"s still amazing! Amelia, forget everything I said about the article! This is unbelievable!" Amelia was silent, staring at her hands in her lap. Tom watched her with a concerned face.
"Well?" Adam said, glancing back and forth between Amelia and Tom.
"Isn"t it? Isn"t it amazing?" he said.
Without lifting his gaze from Amelia, Tom said, "I"d like to hear what Amelia"s thinking."
Amelia looked up. Her eyes were heavy. She sighed. "I know it"s probably a great deal, and G.o.d knows it would make Adam"s and my life a lot easier." She was afraid to look at her brother. She"d already turned down so much money and she knew he wasn"t going to like what she was about to say. "But something about it doesn"t feel right." She swallowed, glancing back down at her hands. "I mean, we"ve got so much more to do on the programming end and there are so many more things we"ve yet to discover or develop. And I guess we could do that under another owner, but I don"t know . . . it"s just . . . it"s our first company, and I guess I"m kind of attached. I"m not ready to give it away to someone else." Tom"s mouth had spread into a closed mouth smile. Adam"s eyes were darting back and forth from Tom to Amelia, trying to understand how the h.e.l.l this could be happening. Eight and a half million and they wanted to turn it down?
He looked at T. J. for help. "T. J., come on. Weigh on in this, please.
It"s a killer offer, right?"
Tom glanced nervously at T. J. He knew how much influence T.J. had over Adam and was worried that whatever was about to come out of his mouth would pit Adam even more firmly against his sister.
T. J. cleared his throat. "I think Amelia is right. It"s too early to let the company go. You don"t know anything about these investors or their motives. Besides, from a purely monetary perspective, if Doreye is worth eight and a half million today, with Amelia still cracking on more codes and applications, it"ll be worth a whole lot more than that in a year, maybe even in a few months."
Tom turned his head slightly in surprised delight. Adam looked down at the table. "Well, yeah, I guess that"s true. I mean, about the increasing value."
"Besides," T. J. said, "you should always keep one offer in your pocket, right? For leverage against the next. Imagine if YouTube or Facebook had settled for their first offers. They"d never have gotten as far as they did." Amelia looked up at T. J. and smiled. She didn"t love his logic, but she was glad to have his support.
"So, we"re all okay with telling them no?" Tom looked around the room.
"It isn"t time," Amelia said. T. J. and Adam (albeit reluctantly) nodded.
Tom clapped his hands. "Great. I think it"s the right decision. It also means we all know that this company is at a new level now. You don"t turn down eight and a half million dollars and start sitting on your haunches.
Things are about to get exciting, guys."
"Tom, while we"re all here, maybe we should start talking about next steps for the team. It feels like we might be ready to hire some help for Amelia. I think Adam and I should start focusing on the sales strategy. I put together a deck for how I think we can approach it." T. J. reached into his satchel and pulled out the pitch deck he"d put together for his father, ripping off the last page with the org chart before sliding it across the table to Tom.
Tom flipped through the doc.u.ment. "Where"d you get these figures?