A few passing moments of truth 9:31am Pacific The deal was all but dead, they woke with awe and wonder expecting Santa Clause to show up and when they went downstairs to look under the tree the reaper was standing there waiting for them. Death had arrived for all of them because one of the children didn’t do as he was told. Ramesh was after all brilliant, a Stanford grad, he also had access to WUZ’s technology, it grew out of a University technology commercialization incubator he had worked in. There was to be no executed contract, no agreement and most importantly no exchange of funds and before those few moments no one but one in the company knew the truth, perhaps some had suspected but not enough for whispers to even become prevalent. It was the act of a lone individual. Mitchell asked for all outside parties to excuse themselves for a moment. He hung up the Conference bridge dialed Smith and Wallace back in. They were deflated, no one but Ramesh had the soul to fight, a core element of their solution, the very thing that had made it so revolutionary was at best used without licensing and in a more probably reality had been stolen, buried and hidden and no one knew except the man who committed the act an certainly knew better.
