Chapter 1: Introduction
Duncan took a sip of his macchiato and cringed. Way too much foam. He glanced around the San Francisco cafe, scoping the scene for some familiar face to talk to, when his gaze landed on the most unexpected sight.
His heart skipped, then raced. No way.
Steve Jobs sat at a corner table, wearing his charismatic aura like an ISIS soldier wore black. Even as Duncan gaped, Steve looked up, right into his wide eyes. Damn, couldn't he just hide?
Duncan mustered the courage to look away, pretending he didn't recognize the tech magnate. He studied his foam again and prodded the layers apart.
"Duncan, isn't it?"
Jesus H. Christ. Steeling himself, Duncan turned back with a tremulous smile. "Mr. Jobs! Quite a surprise to see you here."
"Call me Steve," he said, that famous silky baritone now brushing Duncan's very soul.
"Sure, Steve." Duncan cleared his throat and gestured at Steve's coffee. "Umm, that's a great-looking cappuccino. The barista here always does an excellent job."
Steve nodded and lowered his voice. "So, what brings you to this hipster haven then?"
Duncan clenched the cup, his knuckles turning white. He couldn't afford to sound like an average fanboy. "Just here for a meeting. Sort of a networking thingy.