“Nothing that’s said at this table, and I mean nothing, is for public consumption. Don’t tell anyone. Not wives, not girlfriends, not Facebook. Total cone of silence.”
Winston was saying the words, but the coffee was doing the talking. The three of them had been up for two days straight, and each coped with the exhaustion in their own way. Steve stayed away from caffeine, instead preferring regular smoke breaks to keep him going. Carl was a Red Bull man, but Carl was also broke, and thusly, dead tired.
“Who am I going to tell?” Steve eyed the mug in Winston’s hand as he spoke, watching it shake erratically. “I’m a freelance computer programmer. I can go a week where the only other living creature I see is my cat.”
“Loose lips sink ships.” The mug rattled as Winston set it down. “We get a few things ironed out, and it’ll be liftoff, baby.”
“Things like where we plan on setting up shop. Office space is expensive.” The bags under Carl’s eyes hung off his face like dried plums.
“We’ll do it here.” Winston announced. “Apple started in a garage. We can start in my kitchen. Just don’t tell anyone.”
There is a lot going on in Memphis for the entrepreneurs right now. Especially technology entrepreneurs. One of the more interesting events is the regular 48 Hour Launch, where anyone is able to pitch an idea, have people decide if they want to work on it, then spend a weekend turning out a product and a presentation to a panel of judges that award cash prizes. All it takes is an idea and the drive to push it through.