With a sigh, he put down his pen and pressed the speakerphone button.
“Good morning, Mr. Derwent. My name is Carter Columbo. I don’t believe that we have ever met, but my client would like to discuss a possible investment in iBall.com.”
Chad gaped in astonishment. Was this guy’s client insane?
“Is your client Nigerian? Don’t you guys usually send me email?”
“You have a fine sense of humor, Mr. Derwent. I can appreciate that under iBall.com’s current circumstances that an offer of investment might seem a little unusual. Still, my client’s interest is real, and they would like to make you a proposition that could save your company.”
For the first time in a week, Chad felt a spark of hope. After the disastrous meeting he and Vinod had had with Josh Peabody, they had sent cancellation notices to all of iBall.com’s existing customers, and pulled the page that allowed new companies to download iBall. But the passage of the ten day notice required under iBall.com’s customer license agreement had been excruciating. Hour by hour, he watched the company’s bank account plummet. Despite terminating all of the employees and every other obligation that could be broken, iBall.com’s bank account now stood at $0, while its outstanding payables exceeded $600,000.
“And who exactly might your client be?”
There was a long silence. Then, the formerly confident caller said sheepishly, “If I tell you, do you promise not to hang up?”
The small spark of hope immediately winked out. Still, what have I got to lose, Chad thought. “Sure. Hit me.”
Another pause. “The Pangloss Game Company.”
Chad felt like he was in a dream. He had been pretty sure that what he remembered about his meeting with Josh Peabody had really happened. But now that he was sitting in iBall.com’s empty company offices thinking he was receiving a call from the game developer that had destroyed his company he wasn’t so sure.
“….Mr. Derwent? Are you still there?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. You know, though, it’s the funniest thing. I was pretty sure there I heard you say that the company that drove my company into the ground like a tent peg now wants to make an investment to save it. You are from Nigeria, aren’t you?”
“Mr. Derwent, of course this is all rather awkward. My client feels rather bad about the events of the last two weeks. And as you can appreciate, if there are no more iBall, then there can be no more iBallZapper! games. So if you’re willing to listen, my client is willing to help you get iBall.com back on its feet. That is, if you’re willing to assist it in launching another game.”
Chad looked at the stack of unsigned bankruptcy papers, and then at the picture on the wall. For the second time during this strange call, he thought - what do I have to lose?
“OK. I’m listening.”
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“Jack Posner here to see you, Josh.”
“OK Lynne. Bring him down to my office.”
Josh Peabody swiveled his desk chair and looked out over Palo Alto. Jack Posner was iBall.com’s outside counsel.
This was a meeting that Josh would have liked to avoid, and Josh wasn’t used to finding himself in such a position. His lawyer had advised him not to meet with Jack. Better to let iBall.com file for bankruptcy without any input at all from you, he had said, given that TrashTalk would profit so handsomely from its failure. Of course, his lawyer also warned him that iBall.com’s founders might try to sue him anyway for betting against the company and not disclosing it.
So Josh figured the best bet was to meet with Jack. After all, he’d sent business to Jack before, and if Jack knew what was good for him, he’d want to stay on Josh’s good side for the future. It would be smarter to make that point in person than in an email that might look…awkward in the wrong setting. Like in front of a jury.
There was a knock at the door. As Josh swiveled around he put on his best salesman’s face.
“Jack! Great to see you, old man. How’s your golf swing doing these days?”
“Not bad. Funny you should mention that - my firm’s sponsoring a benefit tournament down in Carmel in a month – $5,000 per player. Maybe you’d like to join my foursome?”
“Absolutely! You’ve got a deal. Just ask Lynne on your way out to put it in my schedule. Tell her I said to move anything else to fit it in.”
Josh motioned Jack towards one of the two couches in the corner of his office.
“So what brings you here today? Have a new startup you want me to take a look at?”
Jack offered him a small smile. As if Josh didn’t know why he was there. “Actually, Josh, I want to discuss iBall.com with you.”
“Sure, sure. Anything I can do to help with the wind down, just ask.”
“Good. As you know, I have to act in the best interests of all iBall.com stockholders, and TrashTalk LLP is only one of them, so please keep that in mind. As you always say, business is business, so don’t shoot the messenger.”
“Of course,” Josh replied, sitting down. “That’s why I’m always so confident recommending you to our portfolio companies.” He looked at Jack carefully to see if the point had registered.
“And don’t think I don’t appreciate it, Josh. Anyway, yesterday I got a call from Chad Derwent letting me know that he and Vinod are planning to bring a law suit against you and each of your Board appointees for breach of your fiduciary duties as directors to the other stockholders of iBall.com. Of course, I pointed out to them that such a suit would be expensive to prosecute, and the way we left it was that if TrashTalk will cause all of its directors to resign, and also give up all of the special rights it holds under the investment documents, Chad and Vinod will execute a full and final release of you, TrashTalk and the other directors.”
Jack took two copies of a document out of his briefcase and handed them to Josh. “I volunteered to put together a brief Surrender of Rights and Mutual Release Agreement, and here it is. You’ll see it’s already been signed by Chad and Vinod.
"By the way," Jack added, "Chad and Vinod requested that I ask you one last time whether you would consider investing in iBall.com on any terms?"
That was an easy one. "Absolutely not. Not on any terms they could possibly offer me."
"That's what I assumed, so I added that in, too."
Josh pretended to skim the brief agreement while reviewing the situation to himself. iBall.com was doomed – no two ways about that. All he had to do was wait for the bankruptcy filing he knew Chad planned to file to become final, and he could cash in the policy brokered by TrashTalk’s new VC derivatives startup. If he was no longer a director, he couldn’t be personally be tainted by any actions Chad and Vinod took as the ship went down, and the release would protect him against liability for anything that had already happened. What wasn’t to like about this unexpected development?
Josh made up his mind. “Well, of course, the iBall.com story has been a great disappointment for us here at TrashTalk. We put a very large sum of money behind Chad and Vinod and now that money’s all gone. Still, we believe in supporting our management teams even when they make bad business judgments, so no hard feelings from our side.”
You miserable toad, Jack thought. He’d read Chad and Vinod’s original business plan, and knew how and why it had changed.
Josh continued, “I’m disappointed to hear that Chad and Vinod are having a hard time looking at things the same way, but I appreciate your role in helping them take a more professional approach in this difficult situation. And if Chad and Vinod think they can do a better job back on their own, so be it.” Josh signed both copies of the agreement, and handed one to Jack.
Josh stood up, signaling the meeting was over. “Business is business,” he said, shaking Jack’s hand.
“Business is business,” Jack agreed, and turned to leave.
Josh was relieved to be feeling like his old, brash self again. Life should always be this simple. He called down the hallway after Jack, “Hey – be sure to tell Chad and Vinod I wish them much success, will you?”
Jack turned and gave him a broad smile. “I’ll be sure to,” he replied. He started to turn away again, but then paused and added, “You know, Josh, if I were you, I wouldn’t be too quick to count those guys out.”
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“All systems go.”
Frank smiled to himself as he read the three word email from Archie. The events of the past week had been profoundly satisfying. Archie had been delighted to have a new game to launch, now that the original supply of iBall was running out. He was even more delighted that Frank was willing to bail iBall.com out without asking him to contribute anything towards the investment. Even Chad and Vinod were on board after they learned that Frank was willing to underwrite their original iBall.com business plan as well as pay off the current bills.
Frank’s new plan was straightforward, at least the part that he was willing to share with Archie and Chad. iBall.com wouldn’t pay people to download iBall anymore. From now on, site owners would have to pay a few cents apiece to get them. They would also have to give permission to iBall.com to gather and aggregate their traffic data. Site owners would be happy to buy in, though, because millions of iBall fans were just waiting for the new game to begin. What easier way was there to attract thousands of new visitors to your site?
Chad and Vinod were delighted. The coding needed to launch the new wave of iBall was trivial, and they wouldn’t have to pay a dime for marketing. The Pangloss Game Company would take care of that.
The game that Frank had devised to drive the new wave of iBall downloads – and accomplish his real goal - was called the “Lotto iBall Challenge,” and the concept was simple. For the first five days, anyone could download as many iBall as they wanted to display at their site. After that, further downloads would be cut off, and the game players could begin the hunt. This time, the contest would be like a lottery, with the big prizes going to those who captured the code of the iBall with the winning numbers.
That was the elegant part of Frank’s plan, although it was Yoda who had provided the inspiration. Frank had puzzled for days over the last clue his mysterious mentor had shared with him:
> Your force will be with you if your crowd you let lead you to the source
And then it hit him – “crowd sourcing” was what Yoda had been nudging him towards. Frank would never be able to track back to the Project on his own. But why track back at all? If he could get the Project’s malware to unknowingly send an iBall back to its developers, he could use the millions of avid iBall gamers to find that iBall for him.
How? The same way that DARPA’s Network Challenge had set off a national wave of innovative, social media-based search by promising a prize of $40,000 to the first team to report the locations of the ten red weather balloons it briefly displayed around the country at the start of its contest. The winning team, from MIT, had nailed all ten locations in under nine hours.
So unbeknownst to Chad and Vinod as they pushed the new iBall download pages live, and to Archie as he triggered the new game marketing campaign, Frank was finalizing the new files that he would add to his honeypot once the game was well advanced. Those files would include embedded code that would simulate an iBall without displaying one. After all, it could hardly be assumed that The Alexandria Project maintained a web site.
But the Project would have a server on which that iBall code would end up, and an internet connection by which it could be found. The most determined gamers would certainly decide to construct robots to hunt and kill thousands of iBalls automatically rather than locate and zap them visually, and they would know that firewalls would stand in their way that they would have to penetrate.
Could they do it? Well, DARPA had offered only $40,000 in its contest, and that had been enough to set off a frenzy of successful activity. Frank was betting that with a prize of $1,000,000 for The Big iBall at least one of the teams would bring home the one that he was counting on The Alexandria Project removing from the honeypot.
That iBall would be different, though. In addition to “looking” like an iBall to a Bot, it would have location-based capabilities that would allow it to determine where it was as well. Once its code was captured and returned to The Pangloss Game Company, it could be identified immediately as being different from all the other iBall being turned in. When Frank personally analyzed that code, he’d learn where The Alexandria Project – and hopefully the second mystery intruder as well – could be found.
But first he would have to wait. It was going to be a very long week.
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Josh was feeling good. TrashTalk was getting close to launching a new $600 million fund, and he was looking forward to the new influx of management fees it would generate. They'd really pushed the envelope this time, asking the limited partners to swallow an extra percent on the management fee - that meant almost another $5 million a year for him and his two fellow managing partners to split up, after sharing some crumbs with their underlings. Cashing in the $50 million insurance policy on iBalls.com would provide the kind of proof of their exalted status that should seal the deal.
Josh punched the button on his buzzing phone with a flourish. "W'sup, Lynne?"
"A reporter from The Register, Josh. Want me to tell her you're tied up?"
"That's OK, Lynne. Go ahead and put her through." Josh felt like gloating to someone - even a reporter.
"Hi, Josh. Lydia Sparrowhawk. Any comment on this morning's press release from iBall.com announcing their relaunch and the cramdown of TrashTalk's investment?"
"I beg your pardon?" Josh was thunderstruck. He madly punched "iBall.com" into Google News. Sure enough, there was a press release from iBall.com - and The Pangloss Company as well.
"Gosh, Lydia, I beg your pardon. Somebody just handed me an urgent message. I'll call you back."
Josh read the press release with increasing horror:
The Pangloss Company joins with iBall.com to Create World-Class Gaming Partnership
iBall.com to be recapitalized as gamers anticipate new game
Palo Alto, California - The Pangloss Company (TPC), the world's leading provider of prize-based game apps, and iBall.com, the leading provider of down-loadable, graphics-based market data collection software, today announced they have entered into a strategic partnership that will set the stage for a new level of on-line gaming. Under the partnership, TPC will acquire 85% of iBall.com in the form of a new class of super-priority preferred stock.
TPC and iBall.com also announced the launch of an innovative new global contest called the Lotto iBalls Challenge, featuring a $1 million prize for the lucky gamer that captures the winning iBall.
"We're unbelievably excited here at iBall.com," said iBall.com CEO Chad Derwent. "Unlike TrashTalk, TPC truly gets our vision. And with the unlimited financing that TPC brings to the table, our long-term success is assured."
Josh quit reading as his blood ran cold. An 85% investment, plus, he was sure, a new option plan would mean that TrashTalk's stake must be down to maybe 5%. And if TPC had really received a super-priority stock, TPC would get several times it's money back before TrashTalk would see a dime. TrashTalk had just been crammed down so hard its $50 million stake was currently worth almost nothing.
Josh quickly dialed up the CEO of VC/Derivatives, the TrashTalk portfolio company he was counting on to bail him out on the iBall.com investment.
"Hey, Jeremy, Josh Peabody. How are you?"
"Great, Josh. What's new?"
"Well, you know, somebody just asked me how the terms would work if we cash in on one of your VC policies. If we ever had a big write down, we could just call you up and get paid, right?"
"That doesn't sound right to me, Josh. But Jack Posner happens to be right here in the conference room with me, and he wrote the claims language. Let me put him on."
Josh struggled to make his voice sound normal, but he could feel the noose tightening around his neck. "Hey Jack, small world. I'd forgotten I lined you up with VC/Derivatives. So to repeat my question to Jeremy, all we have to do is show VC/Derivatives the basis for a write down and they'll pay up, right?"
"Of course not, Josh," Jack replied in a measured voice. "We'd never do such a poor job of writing a policy for a startup you invested in. The company that you buy insurance on would have to declare bankruptcy and be liquidated first. Otherwise, how would you know that you would end up losing anything? As long as the company's still alive, it could turn out to be the next Google some day."
Jack thought he might be hearing a faint gurgling sound from Josh's end, but that was it. He could have left it at that, but hey, life was short.
"Bummer about iBall.com and The Pangloss Company, huh Josh?
Silence. Why not give the knife a final twist? After all, this couldn't be happening to a nicer guy.
"I guess it's just like you always say, though. Business is business."
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