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How It Started How It's Going. Pt 5
How it ended.
Bill's attention was captured by a helicopter taking off from the roof of the skyscraper next door. He watched as it tentatively lifted off as if reluctant to leave the safety of a solid surface. It pivoted, the tail swinging in a graceful arc like a ballroom dancers arm during a waltz. Then the nose dipped down and it began moving away.
The distraction was welcome. Bill was in his third straight day of meetings. Unlike the previous get togethers with his partners this wasn't about software or writing code. That was settled, they had a product, now they had to sell it. So the trio had returned to New York. On Thursday they'd met with a consultant who specialised in raising capital for start up companies. That was followed by two more with large stockbrokers exploring if an IPO was possible. Each one was excited by the product but weren't willing to back it yet.
So Friday was dedicated to seeking private venture capital for further development. Four meetings with similar results. Wow, this is a great idea but, there was always a but. We don't handle high risk tech companies, or we can't see a target, the market is already saturated. So now the original two days had been stretched to a third to pitch their new era security software to two European entrepreneurs.
Bill's phone lit up. It was on silent so there was no ring tone or vibration. Glancing at the screen he saw he had an incoming call from JT. It was nine months since JT had got back with his wife and Bill hadn't had any communication from him since then. This would be the second missed call today. Bill was curious about what he wanted and bored with the meeting so he stood up.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me for a moment." One of his partners raised their eyebrow in a silent question. "It's Casey, her sister is getting the results of her cancer test today."
Everyone in the room nodded their understanding so Bill slipped through a door into an adjoining office. He didn't like lying but it was only a little one. And like all good lies it had an element of truth. Casey was indeed at her sisters and they were getting results that would tell them if the chemotherapy had beaten her sister's cancer.
She'd had an intense six month program that really laid her low. Casey took unpaid leave from work so she could help with their young family. She'd leave Monday lunchtime so she would be there for school pick up in the afternoon. Then come home Friday after she'd put the children on the school bus in the morning.
Bill thought it had actually been a welcome distraction for Casey. There was something about how it ended with JT. Bill had been perplexed by Casey's moods since they stopped playing around. At first, although she denied it, she was sad. He was sure a couple of times her red puffy eyes were from crying rather than allergies. It was weird because as far as Bill was concerned JT was always going back to his family if he got the chance. They'd talked about it the Friday when he was stuck in New York.
This sadness went on for a few weeks. Thinking it might help Bill had suggested they look for another playmate but that prospect was quickly shut down by a sharp rebuke from Casey. Then her sister's diagnosis happened. Perhaps it was the distance it put between them, or having something else to concentrate on, he wasn't sure but things began to return to normal. As long as there was no mention JT. Even seeing him on the football TV coverage would mean a change to a darker mood.
Bill hit the reply button on his phone. It rang for a while and he was about to hang up when JT answered. They went through the usual greeting process for a couple of guys who hadn't spoken in a while. Catching each other up on their movements. Then JT got to the point.
"You've heard about the renewal of the vows?"
"Yeah, you've mentioned it a few times on the podcast."
"Okay, well I thought it would be a low key thing but it's got huge. So the guys want to throw a stag night for me tonight. I've tried to talk them out of it but they won't hear of it."
"Yeah, okay," Bill replied wondering what it had to do with him.
"I've told them no strippers or girls but I just don't trust them." JT paused. "I was at my house next door to yours doing an inspection of the renovations yesterday evening. I noticed your place looked very quiet."
"Yeah, Casey's at her sisters and as I said earlier I'm in New York."
"Great, you see I'm thinking of having the stag night there. It's a long way from downtown and the trouble it brings. I think I can control the outcome better there."
"No problems this end. I don't expect Casey will be home until later tomorrow and if I get in it will be late. I'm that tired I don't think a party will disturb me."
"Hey, you're invited man, if you are around."
"No it's okay...." Bill said quickly.
"I'm serious Bill, it would be great to see you. I've told the guys I met 'the' Forsyth from the Forsyth fake."
"Um, Have you told them anything else?"
"No, no Bill. What happened between me, you and Casey stays between us."
"Oh okay, well, I'll see how I go. I'd better get back to this meeting. I might see you later tonight."
They said their goodbyes and hung up. Bill contemplated the conversation for a moment then put his game face back on and went back to the pitch. It was another hour before they finished up. The Italian and French gentlemen must have been good poker players because they gave no clue as to what they thought of our idea. The Italian guy, Sergio, came over to Bill and held out his hand.
"Thank you for you presentation," he said in heavily accented english. "I don't mean to pry but I hope you got good news earlier."
It took Bill a moment to realise he was talking the white lie about his wife's sister.
"They hadn't heard anything yet but the technicians doing the test were positive," Bill lied.
"I'm thinking you'll be going home now to be with them?"
"Yes, I will be going home but I live on the west coast so I'll have to see what flights I can organise."
"Perhaps we can help you out. Henri and I are taking our corporate jet to the west coast tonight. You could come with us and we could quiz you some more about your idea."
"I don't want to trouble you. I'm sure I can get a seat on a normal flight." Bill was taken aback by the offer.
"Nonsense, I insist." Sergio said rather pompously. "Nothing is more important than family. Which city do you live in?"
"Um, we live in San Francisco."
"We are going to Los Angeles but I'll call the pilot and get him to change the flight plan so we can drop you off on the way."
Before Bill could explain it would still be too late to do the three hours drive to Casey's sister place the man had his phone out. He walked over to his partner spoke briefly to him then made a call. In no time Bill was speeding to the airport in a limousine. When they got there the car bypassed the usual terminals. It went around to a side entrance then to a series of smaller hangars before pulling up next to a sleek private jet. Bill took the opportunity to step away when he got out of the car and ring Casey.
"Hey honey, any news?"
