Startups and Cocaine Dinners

Deep Fix №1

Around 8 P.M., Anthony walked by my desk and placed a crumpled piece of paper next to my monitor. He didn’t bother looking at me. He just patted my back, like a football coach would, and confidently strutted towards the bathroom.

In those early days, only fifteen people worked at the SaaS startup that employed Anthony and I. Our office was small. We occu…