A Directive

We need more investment, "Get your old man to invest." was the directive.

Fat chance.

Really, I was told to sell the company to my father so that he could risk some of his retirement funds on the "sure thing" that we are putting together.

Uh huh. Sure. I'll get right on that.

Perhaps this is when I should have walked away.

I was dutiful, I showed my father the demo of what we were doing and he looked at me like I was insane. I suggested that DC wanted me to ask him to invest and he suppressed a laugh. His measured response was perfect, "I am past investing in high risk ventures."

I passed on the message to the CEO and chief fundraiser (scammer), DC, to his great displeasure.

Don't worry, I would not have let it happen. Actually, I believe that, if I really believed in the integrity of the company, the competence of the management and the value of the product my family would have invested.

Oh well, to mis-quote The Kinkster, "No man was ever driven to hell by a woman without a fully paid ticket in his pocket."

Arrgghh...