It's the crack of dawn in Los Altos, California as a frazzled Anne Wajitsky zooms around her oversized kitchen island, picking up baby bottles and sliding stale cracker crumbs into the trash.

She's late for her meeting, but they'll wait.

She's the CEO after all, though these days she's spending more time acting like a single

mother than the founder of a breakthrough genetics testing company.

On the kitchen floor, she notices a mysterious sticky substance that's growing a

curiously disgusting white fuzz. She crouches down on

the Brazilian hardwood to wipe it up. Looking up out of the floor-to-ceiling windows from

this angle, she could almost imagine herself as a tropical bird, floating amongst the exotic

palm trees planted behind the pool cabana.

Sergei left his phone at home again.

To the outside world, Anne's husband, Google co-founder, Sergey Brin,

was a once-in-a-lifetime boy genius.

But lately, Anne hasn't found him as admirable.

He was constantly away, hyper-fixated on some random new project called Google Glass.

And now she'd have to drop everything to bring Sergey his phone at the office.

She reached down to pick up the phone.

And that's when her heart dropped.

Oh my God, you were so cute at the meeting yesterday.

I wanted to kiss you so bad.

The phone was unlocked, and swiped up.

Thanks for lunch, cutie.

Two months till Burning Man, we're going to have so much fun together. Burning Man? What the fuck? Anne dropped the phone on the table, washed her hands, and marched up the

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