My Parents Sold The Company I Built For Billions And Fired Me Until One Question Changed The Entire Deal

the door frame. The city was bright and flat through the glass behind him, thirty floors of Iowa autumn light.

“The platform can still do what it was built to do,” I said. “That part is up to you.”

Then I walked out.

Marcus Holt was in the lobby, standing near the elevators with his jacket over his arm and his phone in his hand, and when he saw me he continue reading …