"It'll be as big as Kodacell's operation in a year," he said. "George Westinghouse personally funded Tesla's research, you know. The company understands funding individual entrepreneurs. I'm going to be training the talent scouts and mentoring the financial people, then turning them loose to sign up entrepreneurs for the Westinghouse network. There's a competitive market for garage inventors now." He laughed. "Go ahead and print that," he said. "Blog it tonight. There's competition now. We're giving two points more equity and charging half a point less on equity than the Kodacell network." "That's amazing, Tjan. I hope you'll keep in touch with me -- I'd love to follow your story." "Count on it," he said. He laughed. "I'm getting a week off every eight weeks to scout Russia. They've got an incredible culture of entrepreneurship." "Plus you'll get to see your kids," Suzanne said. "That's really good." "Plus, I'll get to see my kids," he admitted. "How much money is Westinghouse putting into the project?" she asked, replacing her notional notebook with a real one, pulled from her purse. "I don't have numbers, but they've shut down the whole appliances division to clear the budget for it." She nodded -- she'd seen news of the layoffs on the wires. Mass demonstrations, people out of work after twenty years' service. "So it's a big budget." "They must have been impressed with the quarterlies from Kodacell." Tjan folded down the flaps on his box and drummed his fingers on it, squinting at her. "You're joking, right?" "What do you mean?" "Suzanne, they were impressed by *you*. Everyone knows that quarterly numbers are easy to cook -- anything less than two annual reports is as likely to be enronning as real fortune-making. But *your* dispatches from here -- they're what sold them. It's what's convincing *everyone*. Kettlewell said that three quarters of his new recruits come on board after reading your descriptions of this place. That's how *I* ended up here." She shook her head. "That's very flattering, Tjan, but --" He waved her off and then, surprisingly, came around the desk and hugged her. "But nothing, Suzanne. Kettlewell, Lester, Perry -- they're all basically big kids. Full of enthusiasm and invention, but they've got the emotional maturity and sense of scale of hyperactive five year olds. You and me, we're grownups. People take us seriously. It's easy to get a kid excited, but when a grownup chimes in you know there's some there there." Suzanne recovered herself after a second and put away her notepad. "I'm just the person who writes it all down. You people are making it happen." "In ten years' time, they'll remember you and not us," Tjan said. "You should get Kettlewell to put you on the payroll."