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

never had more than fifty people working under you. Executive search firms --"

MacDiarmid waved at hand crusted with three class rings at the gesticulating
Series A punk, who barely looked old enough to smoke. He'd only been out of
B-school for a year and he'd only been on the bus for a month, but here he
was, telling Lee- Daniel that they'd blown corporate funds, money he'd earned,
on a slick-ass headhunter who'd spent it getting old frat brothers laid at
fancy hotels on Hawai'i while negotiating how much of Lee-Daniel's company
they would end up with once they stole his job from him.

The punk shut up.

"Mac," Lee-Daniel said, sitting down again, pulling up a chair. "Come here,
Mac, take a seat, talk to me. I want to hear this from you, from the
beginning."

Mac stood, exchanging significant looks with the Series A and Series B
investors.

"Come on, Mac, screw that. You and me, end-to-end." That was CogRad jargon
from back in the old days. The Internet was end-to-end, which meant that any
two points could communicate without an intermediary interfering in the
bitstream. In CogRad, you didn't talk person-to-person or man-to-man, you
talked end-to-end, just like the connectivity they brought to the rez. "I own
15 percent of this company, same as you -- you owe me a decent explanation."

MacDiarmid stood fast.

"Get in the fucking chair, Mac," Lee-Daniel said, hating the whine in his
voice. "If you want me to go along with this, get in the fucking chair.

"Mac, I'm sorry. Sorry if I flew off the handle. I'm a grown-up, you're a
grown-up, and we both care about CogRad. Get in the chair and tell me about
this. Please."

MacDiarmid sat.

"Listen up, LD. This is a great business, and a great company. Be proud,
because you started something fantastic that will grow and grow.

"But I am saving your life. You're burned out. You're making bad decisions
that threaten the lives of your people. You can't even let someone else take
the wheel when you're nodding off. You can't keep this up forever. Rate you're
going, you can't keep this up for another six weeks. If I thought for a second
that you'd take orders from someone else, I'd offer to keep you on as COO or
VP of Research and Development. There's no way, though -- you're like Napoleon
on campaign.

"You're great at the dirty work. You can get a crew onto a rez, get the
terminals sited and installed and burned in. You can boss a bunch of