The Vector Between Light and Sale
The coffee had gone cold in the paper cup, and Martin Herschel was still staring at the same slide deck he had been staring at since ten that morning. Outside the window of his office on University Avenue, Palo Alto shimmered in the June heat, the palm fronds stirring in a wind that carried the scent of eucalyptus and venture capital. It was June of 1999, and everywhere you looked there were...
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