The Patent of Revenge
Language: en
I was in the middle of closing a nine-figure patent deal when my wife’s new intern burst into the boardroom and demanded I go out and buy him breakfast. Looking at the lead investor’s darkening expression, I didn't hesitate. I tore into the intern right there, telling him to get the hell out of my sight. It took ten minutes of frantic apologies and a one-percent equity concession to smooth things over, but I finally secured the deal—the one project that would pull our company back from the brink of bankruptcy. Exhausted but triumphant, I headed toward my wife’s office to share the news,…