Wordsworth

“Okay but If we do this and you Eduardo Saverin me, I’m taking my three billion tax free to Brazil,” Salters Sood declared.

“Relax. We’re not going to push each other off a cliff,” Zorba Delroy replied.

The thing, that great new thing that Zorba had come up with came to her while playing a word puzzle. She had a perfect score but nothing but pride to show for it. Over the past few months, she had garnered this matchless score through her ingenuity and vim. Now, as she looked at the corporate structure as supplied by her home state of Delaware, she knew she was in the right.

Sood on the other hand was too busy at New Sweden University to fuss with word puzzles. He attempted to play the game but ultimately lost interest. That was until Delaware Institute of Technology dropout. Zorba, ignited a fire under him.

“I’ll be the COO of the company. We’re going to have a regiment of lawyers to do this,” Sood proclaimed.

“Yes, of course. People will be like most people and skip through all the legalese and get to the game. But the words will protect us.”

“A word game that pays you whenever you solve a puzzle in under three minutes. There are going to be a lot of cheats on the horizon.”

“Not with the algorithm that Annarah can’t handle.” Annarah Sloyan was the best coder on the Eastern Seaboard. She could program six websites at once and run them with efficiency and verve.

“That’s all we need. We’ll call it Wordsworth. The tagline will be ‘What are your words worth?’ I think we could make a good coin off of this idea. We have the advantage with you running the business side, Anna doing what she does, and me being the face. I mean you both can be the face, too. Don’t get me wrong.”

“Is that ego or arrogance talking?” Sood asked.

“It’s definitely ego. Arrogance can’t perform. It’s all talk.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I know I am.”

“See, that was arrogance.”

“No, I have supreme confidence in my ability. The work will speak for itself,” she said.

Annarah stopped by Zorba’a house. The woman could afford it from a series of websites that pay for content. She was already in the six figures. She went on an eleven hour coding spree fueled by gourmet chocolates and espresso shots.

She emerged from the computer lab. The front page dazzled.

“Thiscis where we need to be. Forget Silicon Valley, Prairie, Forest, Bayou or Alley. The First State will be our home to channel the power of the Internet onto devices and proclaim that we’re major players from a tiny state.”

Sood and Annarah looked at each other half in excitement, half in solemnity. Zorba whirled around and looked at the amount of traffic her other sites were garnering. Tens of millions of views a day propelled her to continue to battle for her position as CEO of her own enterprise.

“What we have to watch for are the snakes,” Sood said.

“Why? Snakes are cool. They’re despised because of their nature. It’s a real injustice.” She stopped. “I know what you mean, people out to get us. To stop our progress. They’re not worthy of the term snake. They’re more like black holes. They seek to devour our light. We won’t let them.”

“As long as the legal and code are unbreakable, we can excel with the various types of roadblocks that may be in front of us,” Annarah offered.

“Anna, that’s why I like you…CTO.”

“Wow, CTO. I didn’t know that l could reach that high.”

“You didn’t know because you never asked yourself. Well, I’m telling you. You’re the main technological component here.”

Annarah hugged Zorba. “Thank you.”

“Hey, this seems all after school special, but we still have to worry about investors.”

“I’m the investor,” Zorba said.

Sood’s eyes brightened. “Of course. The maestro of media on the Web. I think we have to sign one document and we’ll be corporatized.”