The Missing Royalties
I went to the bank to report a lost debit card.
The teller casually asked, "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?"
Stunned, I froze. "What patent royalties?"
The screen revealed that one of the accounts showed a quarterly deposit of $300 thousand in patent royalties.
My mind went blank for a full three seconds. Then I remembered that, five years ago, my wife, Danica Pearson, had handed me a stack of documents, saying it was part of the company registration process.
She said I "only understood technology, not business", effectively turning me into a figurehead consultant.
I took a deep breath and told the teller, "Link it to the new card. From now on, transfer every payment directly to my personal account."
That night, while Danica was overseas on a business trip, she booked the earliest flight home.
At 2 a.m., she pounded on my bedroom door.
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