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“No.”
Easton pulls out his phone and does a quick search before handing me his device. I scroll through Glach Tech’s product catalog.
“Still doesn’t ring a bell.” I hand him back his phone.
“Amassing funding through a crowdfunding campaign is an art. Many try, few succeed. Of those who get traction, not all reach their campaign goal because it takes extraordinary vision and a solid plan. It also takes a kickass and aggressive social media campaign. You need all the pieces to work together. One weak link could spell failure.”
“I assume Glach Tech is the exception.”
“Glach Tech pulled a hattrick.” He places his elbow on the table and flashes me three fingers. “Three massively successful crowdfunding campaigns, each amassing several millions of dollars. They went from an insignificant company with fledging sales to a market leader in five years.”
“I gather you know who orchestrated those campaigns?” I ask.
“After their first noteworthy campaign, I did some digging. I also had my intelligence team poke around. Turns out, it wasn’t a consultant who masterminded Glach Tech’s rise to success. It was an employee. She was a young woman at the time, barely out of college—”
“You want me to poach one of their employees?”
“She no longer works for them,” Easton says.
“Is she working for another company?”
He shakes his head.
He’s piqued my interest. “I’m surprised she isn’t one of your consultants.”
“When she was still working for Glach Tech, she made it clear her allegiance was with them—which I respected. We stayed in touch. I was fascinated by her brilliance. Then two years ago, out of the blue, she contacted me. She needed to get as far away from Silicon Valley as possible.”
“Sounds like there’s a story there.”
“It’s not mine to tell,” Easton says.
“Fair enough.”
“When she came to me, I was considering investing in a number of tech companies across Europe. I bought her a first-class ticket to Stockholm. From there, she hopped around Europe, working for me and other angel investors.”
“You’re saying she knows her stuff.”
“She was instrumental in helping me avoid money pits,” Easton says.
“Is she still in Europe?”
“After a couple years away, Arianne decided it was time to come back stateside.”
This sounds promising.
“I know she’s talking to a few companies for possible consulting work, but I’m not sure if she settled on anything yet.”
“Arianne,” I nod. “Pretty name.”
“Don’t let the softness of her name fool you. She’s tough as nails, sharp as a whip, and she doesn’t take bullshit from clients. She tells it like it is, so you don’t waste time or money.”
“All good things,” I say. “I’m excited.”
“You should be. She started her undergrad degree at seventeen—”
“Holy shit!”
“Yeah, she’s extremely smart. She has an analytical mind like I’ve never seen before. If you look up ‘sexy brain’ on Google, her photo appears.”
