August 6, 2009.
Crashing from an adrenaline high, tired and ravenous, neither Molly nor Stephen was ready to go back to their apartment after the meeting in Milpitas. When the Ubatoo buildings appeared on the horizon, both agreed it was a good night to stop at one of Ubatoo’s cafeterias. It was past 9 p.m., and thanks to their nerves, neither had eaten anything since that morning.
With food and loaner laptops in hand, they found an empty conference room and immediately hunkered down into their own private worlds in silence. It was almost 11:00 before Molly looked up at Stephen, only to find him staring back at her.
Molly spoke first. “Walk outside for a while? It’s still early.”
Molly held onto Stephen’s hand as she led him out ...