Fifteen of them were already profitable.
Eight were on track for initial public offerings.
Four had been acquired for amounts that made my initial investments look like pocket change.
The tech world started to notice.
They did not know my name yet. I had deliberately stayed in the shadows, using shell companies and intermediaries.
But they knew someone was quietly building an empire.
Someone with an uncanny ability to pick winners.
Someone the smartest founders in Silicon Valley wanted to work with.
The financial press started calling me “The Phantom Investor.”
I liked that. Ghosts were hard to kill.
When the children were three, I made my first public appearance at a tech conference.
I walked on stage to give a keynote speech, four hundred people in the audience, cameras from every major publication pointed at me.
I wore a black suit that cost more than the entire wardrobe I had owned as a Sterling wife.
My hair was pulled back severely. My makeup was minimal. I looked nothing like the soft, accommodating girl Julian had married.
I looked like power.
“My name is Nora Vance,” I said, my voice carrying across the silent auditorium. “And I am here to tell you that the old rules of venture capital are dead.”
I talked about investing in people, not just ideas.
About backing founders from unconventional backgrounds.
About building sustainable companies instead of chasing quick exits.
The audience was riveted.
After my speech, I was swarmed by reporters, founders, investors who wanted a piece of what I was building.
One reporter asked the question I had been waiting for.
“Ms. Vance, there are rumors you were previously married to Julian Sterling. Can you comment?”
