Meeting with Investor Part 2

My IP attorney had advised me not to talk to BTLE about my idea or the job until my patent was filed and I did as I was advised. When BTLE called me, I told him that I wanted to speak with him but it would have to be the following week. He said he understood and gave me his numbers for me to call him.

The patent was filed and so I called BTLE. Our conversation on the phone went well and we schedule an in-person meeting. He asked me if I would object to taking two tests. I didn’t mind and so he sent me the links. One was a personality test, Riso-Hudson Enneagram Type Indicator, and the other a test that looked like the SAT. The personality test was fun. I am a 7, Enthusiast. No surprise. Thank God that the SAT-look-alike test required a 2.5 hour block of time. My first available time of that duration wasn’t for two more days.

I drive to BLTE's office which is in a two-story building off of Capital of Texas Hwy. (There's a reason for this seeming rabbit trail, stay with me.) I parked my car, and I looked up to see an office with several large windows. Through those windows I saw walls covered in bookshelves and books. It made me instantly think of a room where ideas could easily be discussed. Wouldn’t that be a great place to work?!

I walked into the building. To me, the hallways were cold and gray and I got this feeling that made me question whether I should be there at all. I then found the doors to BTLE’s office. Two doors, each at separate ends of this hallway and both were locked. One had a laminated white piece of paper taped to the door that read: “Deliveries use next door. Knock loudly.” Next to this door there was a small plaque with the name of BTLE’s company and suite number. The other also had a laminated white piece of paper taped to the door that read, “Deliveries.” It felt creepy! Seriously.

But I knocked on the first door. Door doesn’t open. I knocked again on the other door and nothing. I called the office phone, and I could hear it ringing, but no one answered. The creepy factor was at an all time high. I decided to pin my husband with the note: “If I don’t show up for our 12:20 parent/teacher meeting it is because I am being held-up or am dead at this office. I am at ###street name, suite#.” Then I thought how Jeff would not take it lightly so I deleted the first part of the pin and just sent the address.