conclude, with Jobs staring at him, that he “respected” Sculley and would support him to run the
company. Eisenstat faced Jobs directly and said much the same thing: He liked Jobs but was
supporting Sculley. Regis McKenna, who sat in on senior staff meetings as an outside consultant,
was more direct. He looked at Jobs and told him he was not yet ready to run the company,
something he had told him before. Others sided with Sculley as well. For Bill Campbell, it was
particularly tough. He was fond of Jobs and didn’t particularly like Sculley.
His voice quavered a
bit as he told Jobs he had decided to support Sculley, and he urged the two of them to work it out
and find some role for Jobs to play in the company. “You can’t let Steve leave this company,” he
told Sculley.
Jobs looked shattered. “I guess I know where things stand,” he said, and bolted out of the room.
No one followed.
He went back to his office, gathered his longtime loyalists on the Macintosh staff, and started to
cry.
He would have to leave Apple, he said. As he started to walk out the door, Debi Coleman
restrained him. She and the others urged him to settle down and not do anything hasty. He should
take the weekend to regroup. Perhaps there was a way to prevent the company from being torn
apart.
Sculley was devastated by his victory. Like a wounded warrior, he retreated to Eisenstat’s
office and asked the corporate counsel to go for a ride. When they got into Eisenstat’s Porsche,
Sculley lamented, “I don’t know whether I can go through with this.” When Eisenstat asked what
he meant,
Sculley responded, “I think I’m going to resign.”
“You can’t,” Eisenstat protested. “Apple will fall apart.”
“I’m going to resign,” Sculley declared. “I don’t think I’m right for the company.”
“I think you’re copping out,” Eisenstat replied. “You’ve got to stand up to him.” Then he drove
Sculley home.
Sculley’s wife was surprised to see him back in the middle of the day. “I’ve failed,” he said to
her forlornly. She was a volatile woman who had never liked Jobs or appreciated her husband’s
infatuation with him. So when she heard what had happened, she jumped into her car and sped
over to Jobs’s office. Informed that he had gone to the Good Earth restaurant, she marched over
there and confronted him in the parking lot as he was coming out with
loyalists on his Macintosh
team.
“Steve, can I talk to you?” she said. His jaw dropped. “Do you have any idea what a privilege it
has been even to know someone as fine as John Sculley?” she demanded. He averted his gaze.
“Can’t you look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you?” she asked. But when Jobs did so—
giving her his practiced, unblinking stare—she recoiled. “Never mind, don’t look at me,” she said.
“When I look into most people’s eyes, I see a soul. When I look into your eyes, I see a bottomless
pit, an empty hole, a dead zone.” Then she walked away.
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