After I Sold My Software Company In Manhattan, My Parents Invited Me To Their Greenwich Living Room And Pushed A Waiver Across The Table-“This Is For Your Own Protection”-So I Folded The Papers Calmly, While The One Person They Didn’t Expect Was Already At The Front Door – News

to me, but I let it live.

Simon answered without condescension.

“Yes.”

I swallowed.

“And if I had signed?”

“You’d be in a much more expensive fight.” He shifted the folders under his arm. “Possibly still a winnable one. But uglier. Longer. More public.”

I nodded.

He let a few seconds pass.

“Your grandmother understood structure,” he said. “She also understood continue reading …