"Cory Doctorow - Liberation Spectrum" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dodd Christina)

The switchgirl -- a network engineer he'd hired himself from a backwater DeVry
at a job fair in Tulsa, who ran a little to fat but was still broad-shouldered
from her time on the rowing machine she shlepped compulsively from gig to gig,
facts that Lee- Daniel could recall with ease even if he couldn't remember her
name -- turned back and passed the word onto a surveyor who was standing a
little ways out of the way, who relayed it to Joey Riel, who was by the
doorway, who stuck his head into the corridor.

Mortimer sauntered back into the auditorium. He put the mic to his lips and
boomed "You want something, boss?"

Lee-Daniel clamped his hands to his ears along with the rest of the crew. "No
need to shout," he said to Mortimer. "Is there?" he said to Meatloaf. "So,
what's the critical path, Mac?" Lee-Daniel asked. "Who's going to run this
circus between tonight and your executive search coming through with an empty
suit to sit in the driver's seat?"

"We thought you'd stay on, LD, help with a smooth transition."

"Why would I do that?" Lee-Daniel said.

The Series A and Series B investors watched them like a tennis match, silent,
eyes shining.

"Why don't you two get us a couple beers, OK?" Mac said to them. They mooched
off petulantly.

"LD, this is a company, not a calling. I want you to stay on -- even if they
don't -- for a couple weeks because that's the best thing for the company. If
you train your successor, it'll get us onto the curve and we'll make more
money. You'll make more money. We're not dismantling this company, we're
making it bigger and better and more important. A thousand buses, a thousand
crews, unwiring as fast as they can go. Lobbyists working for spectrum reform.
People with good haircuts and suits who don't talk about 'liberation.'"

Mac was telling the truth now, not that it helped. Lee-Daniel had built
himself the ultimate geek job, doing work that mattered and not rotting in a
cubicle prison. Staying on would be the best thing for the company, but it was
the company now, not his company. Not anymore.

"What's in it for me, Mac?"

Mac leaned in close and whispered fiercely. "You're the wrong man for this
job. Whatever you end up doing, it's going to be easier if you have some cash
in your pocket. They don't want you to stay, but I put myself on the line,
because it's in the company's best interest. I didn't do it because you're my
buddy. You might not be my buddy anymore. I don't like that, but that's
business. We can make this company really big -- you'll be able to retire on
your share in 18 months if we go according to plan. We'll raise 10 billion on
IPO if we raise a cent, you just watch. I've been through this, LD, and I know