“They Mocked Me as a ‘Charity Case’ at the BBQ — By Morning, Their Empire Was on a 30-Day Clock”

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“How much?” I asked.

“Five hundred thousand,” he said casually, as though asking to borrow twenty dollars. “You must have that in savings with your job. You’ve always been so responsible.”

Five hundred thousand dollars. He wanted half a million from me—to fight me. To use my own capital to stop me from exercising my rights on capital I’d already given continue reading …