My Family Sold My Penthouse Behind My Back—Until I Checked The Records

access for reasons they didn’t want to discuss. I didn’t go to a hotel. I didn’t impose on friends who would ask questions I wasn’t ready to answer. I needed a war room, and I needed bandwidth that could handle what I was about to do.

I sat in the back corner where I could see the door, the hum of servers and gaming computers the only sound besides continue reading …