We were eleven weeks from closing a funding round. A field recall at that point would have taken the valuation apart.
So I went outside.
I could not do it from the inside; I had already tried and been told a review had happened that had not happened.
I needed independent verification before I took it to Teo, because I knew exactly how that conversation would go without it — that I would be a wife telling a chief executive his COO was lying, with a feeling and no paper.
So I met Priyanka Ramnath eleven times between October and February.
Hotel lobbies, because neither of us could be seen at either of our buildings. Evenings, because she had a day job. Nothing in writing, because if it leaked before verification it would have been the end of it.
And that is what those sixty messages are.
Same place, nine. A hotel lobby on Corran Street.
