Sam picked up the phone after the first ring. It was early and Gloria would not be in for another half hour.
"Foster," he said cryptically. They call this early, they better know who they're calling.
"Sam, it's Brady. Sorry to call so early but the clerk of the court just called to tell us, the final decree was signed. We have a messenger on the way to pick it up."
"So, that's it, Huh?"
"Yep. You're a free man."
"Did you mention to her that there is a potential deal in the air for Foster Concepts?" Sam said, "It could mean a lot of money for her if she delays the divorce."
"I went over that with her a hundred times. She signed a release form, acknowledging she had been briefed."
"No shit? She signed?"
"Yep."
"She's really in a hurry to get away from me. Isn't she? You'd think I beat her like a stepchild."
"It's hard to believe. I still think you were too hasty to agree to her terms. You could have gotten by with a much smaller settlement, especially when it came to her claim on Foster Concepts. In reality, what did she actually contribute?"
"I know. But as I said before, if she's unhappy, then she should go. I made a choice sometime in the past that put the corporation ahead of family. We chose not to have children because I spent so little time at home. Looking back, I feel that I decided for both of us and Angela was just drug along. That being the case, she is entitled to equal consideration."
"Some consideration, yes. Half the corporate stock is too much, especially since she wants her half in cash."
"It's okay. I can borrow the money."
"Is the bank going to be okay with that?"
"Why wouldn't they be?" Sam said, even though he knew the bank was constantly reviewing the company's financial indicators, especially their debt-to-net ratio.
"You know them better than I do. I just know how sticky my bank is about the numbers they watch."
Sam knew he would need to go talk to his team at Wells Fargo and bring them fully into his thinking. He had excellent rapport with them, but he still hated to discuss the potential deal that was looming on the horizon. It was very much like counting chickens before they hatched. He could be orders of magnitude off in his estimates - both in potential value and in the time it would take to develop a final prototype and then a production design. Applications software for the smart phone depended on a multitude of factors beyond his control. Everything hinged on absolute secrecy. His competitors were working on countless apps, anyone of which might deliver the same capability he was offering. In that unfortunate case, a million dollars of research, development and test and evaluation (RDT&E) would go quietly into the drain and Sam Foster and his little group would join the lines of unemployed "could have beens."
Apps developers at Samsung, Motorola, Apple and Google could each absorb a million dollar loss. No big deal, Cost of doing business; For Foster, it was sudden death.
The initial testing was this evening - assuming last night's burn-in was successful. Sam planned to put off going to the bank until the results were finalized and properly documented, pass or fail, he would go day-after tomorrow. With so much on his plate, Sam hardly had time to think about the divorce.
When he did think about it, he felt a deep sense of loss and personal failure. He couldn't bring himself to blame Angela. She was right to make the most of her opportunity to be happy. He felt bad that he didn't feel worse about it. A huge part of him was glad that he no longer needed excuses to work late into the night or to feel bad that he could not take her to special events at the club or even to church on Sunday. He had become so engrossed with growing Foster Concepts, that he had not realized how far from Angela he had let his life drift until he discovered that she was having an affair. For her part, Angela did throw tantrums or go out of her way to make Sam feel bad. But she did not try all that hard to hide the affair. He was LTC. Clark Cates, US Army, stationed at Fort Meade, Maryland with orders to report to duty at the US Embassy in London. Part of Angela's hurry to get a final divorce was to enable her and the colonel to marry and travel to England together. Sam could see that, wished them all the best. He found a set of designer luggage and had it sent to the colonel's residence at Fort Meade. It was nicer than anything Angela would buy for herself. And now it was part of history. Good.
Gloria interrupted his train of thought, "There's a Larry Thurston for you on line one. Says it's urgent."
"Thank you, Gloria." Sam said and put the phone on speaker. "Larry, my friend, what's happening?"
"Take me off the speaker."
"Okay. You've got it," Sam said with growing apprehension stirring up his ulcer.
"This is your friend, Sam," Larry said, "I'm not speaking for Motorola."
The ulcer took another big bite in Sam's stomach. "What's up for Christ's sake?"
"The app you're testing is passing with flying colors on all the target platforms. You've got a winner."
How the hell did Larry find out about the tests before Sam? A couple of the developers and some of the T&E guys were old Motorola engineers but everyone associated with the project had been sworn to secrecy.
"Sam?"
"I'm here."
"When do you plan to announce it?"
"I don't know yet. Marketing is still working on alternatives."
"Is that why you and Karl had dinner at Morton's with VALUETRUST last Thursday?"
Goddamnit, That was supposed to be a secret meeting, also.
"Sam, you know that if there is anything you guys need to bring the app to market, we're standing by to help. And that is Motorola speaking, in addition to your friend."
"Now, how the hell do you know that? That was supposed to be a secret."
"Come on, Sam, this is Washington. There are a countable number of finest restaurants. There aren't any secrets. You're a beltway veteran. You know that."
That was true, back in their days, Sam and Angela would run into someone from their business circle any time they had dinner at any of the area restaurants. In Alexandria or Reston, Chevy Chase or Frederic, Maryland or anywhere in The District, they were like swimming in a goldfish bowl.
"Yeah, you're right," Sam admitted. "But no one was supposed to know about our testing schedule; much less, the results. Those kind of leaks can ruin us."
"Well, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. In fact, that's why I made this call."
"Yeah?"
"If you're thinking of being acquired and were waiting to see how this app worked out, my division is authorized to make you an offer that is not contingent on the results of testing."
"That's interesting," Sam said. But deep inside he was thinking that Motorola and his friend, Larry, were in the catbird's seat against any other bidders to buy Foster Concepts, now that they knew the app worked. Good thing he talked to the folks at VALUETRUST.
"Anyway, congratulations, Sam. "Think about what I said, Okay?"
"I will. Thanks for calling, Larry, Sam said and hung up.
He still had the receiver in his hand when Gloria buzzed him again. "A Mister Blake on line two, for you, sir."
"Hey, Mel, what's up?"
"Hello Sam. Congratulations. I've got good news and better news.
