Final Venture

Epilogue

I was ten minutes late for the Monday morning meeting. I had had very little sleep over the weekend, and I was exhausted. I was looking forward to a day at the office to recuperate.

Everyone was there: Diane, Ravi, Jim the new partner, and the two associates Kathleen and Bruce. No Gil. No Art. No Frank. No John. And no Daniel, who was into the second month of his life sentence.

Ravi was talking about Boston Peptides. Henry Chan and the rest of the management team, including Lisa, had bought the company out from the debris of BioOne, with Revere's backing. 'The prospects for BP 56 look excellent. We're planning to start Phase Two trials in September.'

Any sign of side-effects?' asked Diane from her position in Gil's old chair at the middle of the table.

'It causes mild depression in some patients, but that's no problem if it's taken in conjunction with an anti-depressant. Apart from that, it looks fine.'

Are you sure?'

Ravi winced. 'So far. But don't quote me on that.'

'Don't worry, I won't. Simon?' Diane said, turning to me. 'How's Net Cop doing?'

'Craig has customers slavering over his prototype. Now all he needs to do is gear up for production.'

'And the finance for that will come entirely from the Initial Public Offering?'

'That's the idea.'

'Any price talk yet?'

'Forty-five dollars.'

Diane did some quick mental calculations. 'That puts a value on the company of two hundred forty million, doesn't it?'

I nodded.

'That's incredible!' Jim said.

'It's a big market and Net Cop has the best product.'

'So what's our share?' Diane asked.

'We'll have ten per cent of that.'

'Not bad, Simon.'

And it wasn't bad. We would turn an initial two million investment into twenty-four million. Jeff Lieberman and the Bloomfield Weiss investors would do even better. When we had backed down, they had had the courage to step in and they deserved their returns. Craig had done best of all, of course. But he definitely deserved that.

'Lynette Mauer will be pleased,' Diane said. 'I think she might bite at a new fund next year. With Net Cop, Boston Peptides, Tetracom, and some of the others, we're beginning to convince them that we know what we're doing without Gil.'

Gil was sailing five days a week, and had yet to go anywhere near a dialysis machine. But we were all determined that the firm he had started would thrive without him.

I was exhausted as I made my way back home across the Common. I needed a full night's sleep badly. But I walked fast, eager to see Lisa and the baby. It was eight o'clock and still light when I arrived at the apartment. I opened the door and called out. There was no reply.

I dumped my briefcase, and went through to the bedroom. Lisa was lying asleep, a breast exposed, the baby breathing gently next to her. I took off my clothes and crawled in beside them.

I kissed Lisa on the forehead. She didn't stir. Then I kissed the baby.

'Goodnight, Frank,' I said, and fell instantly asleep.