A White That Is Not Snow​

Summary

On the eve of launching the product our team had bled for over three years to create, I overheard my wife planning to give my title—Co-founder—to an intern.

Her best friend, Karina, was trying to reason with her.

"Ava, think about this. Daniel has poured his soul into this project for three years. You can't just replace him at the last second. It’s not right."

"And if you're really that into this new programmer kid," Karina continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "just keep him on as an assistant or something. Why blow everything up over him?"