Chapter ThreeEric mournfully meandered from one row of chairs to the next. “Gone!” He thought. “My work. My prototypes are gone. He slumped down into a chair at the end of a row and pulled out his phone. He needed to let his financial backer know that he wouldn’t be able to make it to the Venture Capital meeting that afternoon. Sweat ran cold down his neck and back. There was no time to ask for replacements to be shipped to him. He needed to stop looking and notify the team right away. He hel...