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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. — Part 1 —
  6. If You Answer the Door for Strangers…
  7. Greene Street Before It Was Greene Street
  8. Don’t Ask a Question You Don’t Want the Answer To
  9. Think What You Want
  10. Twenty-Four Hours Earlier
  11. Follow the Money
  12. Help Is on the Way
  13. These Are Not Your Friends
  14. Don’t Hold This Against Me
  15. Six Weeks Ago
  16. Bailey’s No Good Very Bad Day
  17. What Don’t You Want to Remember?
  18. — Part 2 —
  19. Keep Austin Weird
  20. Who Needs a Tour Guide?
  21. Three Months Ago
  22. Little White Churches
  23. Not Everyone Is a Good Helper
  24. Eight Months Ago
  25. Sorry, We’re Open
  26. Two Can Play at That Game
  27. One Year Ago
  28. Delete All History
  29. It’s Science, Isn’t It?
  30. Some Students Are Better Than Others
  31. Fourteen Months Ago
  32. If You Marry the Prom King…
  33. The Never Dry
  34. Careful What You Wish For
  35. Eighteen Months Ago
  36. The Good Lawyer
  37. — Part 3 —
  38. When We Were Young
  39. Everyone Should Take Inventory
  40. The Never Dry, Part Two
  41. On the Lake
  42. Two Years Ago
  43. You Have to Do Some Things on Your Own
  44. The Devil Is in the Details
  45. Finding My Way Back to Her
  46. Two Years and Four Months Ago
  47. Sometimes You Can Go Home Again
  48. Five Years Later. Or Eight. Or Ten.
  49. Acknowledgments
  50. About the Author
  51. Also by Laura Dave

“He told me that the FBI has been investigating the firm for over a year. Shortly after their stock went public, they got a tip that the market listing was fraudulently overstated in connection with the IPO.”

“I don’t know what that means,” I say.

“It means The Shop thought the software would be ready earlier than it was. So they went to market too soon. And then they were stuck, pretending they had functional software when in reality they couldn’t sell it yet. So to compensate, and keep the stock prices high, they began falsifying their financial statements.”

“How did they do that?”

“So they have their other software, video, apps, their bread-and-butter business. But their privacy software, the game changer Avett was touting, wasn’t functional yet, right? They couldn’t start selling it. But it was far enough along that they could do demos for potential large buyers. Tech firms, law offices, that sort of thing. And then when those companies showed interest, they put it down as a future sale. Max says it’s not dissimilar to what Enron did. They declared they were making all kinds of money on future sales, to keep the stock price rising.”

I’m starting to understand where she’s driving.

“And to buy themselves some more time to fix the problem?” I say.

“Exactly. Avett wagered that the contingent future sales would turn into actual sales as soon as the software was functional. They were using the faux-financials as a stopgap to keep the stock nice and healthy, until the software was fixed,” she says. “Except they got caught before they got it there.”

“And there’s the fraud?” I say.

“And there’s the fraud,” she says. “Max says it’s massive. Stockholders will lose half a billion dollars.”

Half a billion dollars. I try to wrap my head around that. It’s the least of it, but we are large shareholders. Owen wanted to put his faith in the place he worked, in the software he was working on. So when the company went public he held on to all of his stock options. He even purchased more stock. How much were we going to lose? Most of our savings? Why would he put us in the position to lose so much if he knew anything bad was going on? Why would Owen invest our savings, our future, in a faulty operation?

It gives me hope that he didn’t.

“So if Owen invested in The Shop, that must mean that he didn’t know, right?”

“Maybe…” she says.

“That doesn’t sound like maybe.”

“Well there’s also the possibility he did what Avett did. That he bought the stock to help inflate the value with the idea that he’d sell before anyone found out.”

“Does that sound like Owen to you?” I say.

“None of this sounds like Owen to me,” she says.