The Vector Between Two Futures
The fog came in on the Monday morning of the Series A round, thick as speculation and just as indifferent. Maya Chen stood on the balcony of the Palo Alto startup loft and watched it swallow Silicon Valley, the glass offices, the last sliver of the Santa Cruz mountains that her father had called home for fifteen years. Now it was hers. She was twenty-four years old. The server room was cold....
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