Guts, Loyalty, Heroism

As the year 2003 progressed, we were all sworn to secrecy.
I could not even tell my close relatives. This went on and on, as the serial incompetent in charge of arranging the patents was not inclined to hurry.
Full of boyish enthusiasm(he is such a good salesman),he stated that for a patent to be solid we would have to demonstrate the technology. This was in October 2003.
In April 2004 I journeyed West to Manchester and performed the experiments with one of our staffers and an excellent Engineering Professor.
We thought on the spot, solved difficulties, and with help on the right sort of condoms for the electronics from another Professor in the South-West, we triumphed.

I felt on top of the world.

The boss had been promising 'riches and fame'.

When I gave him radiantly clear graphical hardcopy showing that my principles were fully vindicated, he disappeared with it.
His usual effusive compliments(the flipped flip-side to his chronic insults) were somewhat muted.

There were meetings in the board room.

We had nothing to do with it.

I realise now that if Pinky wanted to present himself as the fount of knowledge,this was how he would do it.

Oddly enough, the 'riches' turned into the statement that 1% equity would be granted.
Then a half %.
Then a curious silence.

Meanwhile the perennial spectator sport of the 'Business Plan' continued unabated.

Pinky and Perky only had one thing on their minds,the Business Plan.
Every time they finished,they had to do a new one.
And they dragged their feet every time as though going to their execution.

Meanwhile, we hadn't been paid since January 2004.
We proved principle, moved mountains, on faith.