Merriton

“This isn’t Ignite. This is the Cowboy Think Tank.” Randy was on the phone with yet another VC interested in the Cowboy Think Tank. He had been squawking about signing the NDA that Sierra had written up for the event. “These people are presenting ideas for businesses. All of them have considered monetization and don’t want their ideas stolen. Some of them even have funding in place already, so their current investors need some protection.” Randy was quiet while the VC talked on the other end of the line. Sierra had paused the TiVo so that Randy could talk.

All she could think about was running. It was as bad as it had been in high school. She tried all the old mental exercises that Woodleaf had taught her last time she fought this, but they didn’t seem to have the power that they had before. Her hand gripped around the TiVo remote a little too tightly as she thought about it. When could she go again? This damn snow was still burying her in the house. Sometimes it was difficult to get all the way Up North and back before Randy woke up.

Randy ended his call and sat back on the couch with her. “You’d think that Jason had never signed an NDA in his life before.” Sierra tried her best to focus on the conversation and put the idea of treadmills out of her mind. “Is he coming?” Randy shook his head. “I told him that he couldn’t come unless he signed the agreement, so he said that he wasn’t coming. I don’t care either way.” Sierra smiled to herself. “He’s coming. There’s no way he’d let Guy have all the fun. Want to bet when I’ll have the NDA?”

Randy took the remote from her hand and pressed play. “I bet you’ll have it in your email tomorrow morning.”