Chapter 10: The Sword of Damocles
When Gao Heng all but smashed his way out through Facebook's front doors and left the United States that night, seething with hatred and anger, many of the people around the building-probably the members of the public closest to Facebook's board meeting, who had finally learned its outcome-were so gratified that they lingered near headquarters, unwilling to leave. Some even posed for photographs with their arms around a plaque beneath the Facebook building. For once, the Facebook security guards at the entrance were smiling, showing no sign of intervening.
Since this was a moment in history, why not let the people who had followed it all commemorate it?
From an upper floor, Su Can and Zack looked through the windows at the milling crowd that refused to leave, treating the lawn below Facebook headquarters like a park.
After a long while, Su Can turned to look at his profile and asked, "Did you persuade Sequoia beforehand? Even Moritz, who had the closest ties to Gao Heng, found an excuse not to attend the board meeting and support him. The Moritz I know could lecture over a thousand people at a national venture capital conference, and those investment elites wouldn't dare argue with him. How did you do it?"
Zack turned and glanced at Su Can, blinking with lowered eyelids. Only then did Su Can notice a depth in his eyes that went beyond his usual identity as a tech geek.
He evaded the question, merely patting Su Can on the shoulder. "Whatever happened, you're back. We finally made it through, and we can fight side by side again. Facebook needs you." Zack looked a little sad again. "It's just that Dustin may never hear my explanation. But that doesn't matter anymore. You can't guarantee