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“Yes. One viable enough to attract good investors. The investors will be key, especially in the beginning. From them you will receive introductions to other entrepreneurs, partners—become part of the local ecosystem, as it were. What we refer to as a bridge.” From outside came the beeps and clangs of construction. Maybe the Metro, Leo thought, which they were forever promising would be built. He waited for Julia’s response, which he assumed would be positive. He recalled the first time he’d breathed the air outside San Francisco, its sweetness in his lungs—which he’d quickly become used to, and then taken for granted, until he was back on the plane. But instead of a quick smile or other signs of enthusiasm, Julia only tugged at her collar. Both hands fiddled with the cotton; her eyes were wide and she kept her gaze on the table. “You have seen my grades,” she said.
So that was the problem. “Yes.”
“Well,” she huffed. “Then you already know I don’t have much talent. For a while I thought that even if I didn’t like my classes, I could still work hard. But it wasn’t enough.”
Leo was surprised: he had not thought she’d acknowledge her own deficiencies. But this meant only that he was all the more correct about her suitability as an asset. Yes, it’d be good to have a computer genius, but such a person wouldn’t necessarily want the job—and above average at home was close to brilliant in America, anyway.
“I don’t need an expert. Just some technical proficiency. A hard worker, which you’ve just told me you are.”
“So am I going to have help? A technical coach?” “No.”
“No. You’re going to do it all. Create the company, and lead it.” “But I already told you, I can’t manage the technical portion.” “Don’t worry about that.” He checked his watch. The metal
chair was numbing his back. He wanted to start home, stop at the butcher’s before returning to Vera.
“But isn’t the whole point of a start-up to have a product?” She rocked back and forth in her chair. “It has to have an offering. A reason for its existence.”
“Then I don’t understand! Where is it going to come from?”
And finally they had arrived at the heart of the matter. A queer feeling overtook Leo and he felt himself hoping she’d prove worth- while. I could change your life, he thought.
He let the quiet settle. Watched her face. “We’ll steal it.”
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