They Wanted Me Gone For New Year’s Until The Truth Went Public

it’s going to take time.”

“I understand. I’ve got time.”

Six months after the Bloomberg list dropped, we had dinner. Not at their house, not at a fancy restaurant, but at a small Italian place near my apartment. We talked carefully, honestly. They asked real questions about my work. I asked about theirs. We didn’t pretend the past fourteen years hadn’t continue reading …