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The phones also rang with Steve’s lawyers. They called by the dozen. When I asked him why he used so many different lawyers, he explained that you needed to aim a lawyer with the deadly accuracy of a sharpshooter, and you could do so only if you chose exactly the right weapon for the current game; one type of lawyer for close-up work, and another for long-distance stuff; defense from possible litigation, or popgunning for small claims in the backyard. By the volume of phone calls from legal firms, his personal armory must have been vast, and his legal bills, enormous.
Adding significantly to the volume in the office were the calls from his friends. They’d be just back in from Singapore and still complaining about its laws. Or over from the East Coast or on the way to the Isle of Man. None of them seemed to be staying anywhere for long.
I knew the details of the calls because Steve liked to talk about them along with anything else that passed through his mind. He never seemed to need any quiet time to figure things out.
Steve also talked about imminent sales, although none of them had yet closed.
But, even his talk about potential business made the venture capitalists happy, and if it was good enough for them, I could relax for a while.
Meanwhile, despite Steve’s constant noise, the office had to function. Feedback was beginning to filter in from the early customers Annamaria had brought in, and their comments and suggestions required immediate bug fixes, changes and even some substantial re-engineering.
We transformed from a sleepy little office into a humming machine that made the venture capitalists smile when they came for our monthly meeting. “Bob,” they said, in |
