Chapter 12 · free to read
Eleven jurisdictions. Four flags of convenience. Six lawyers who have never met each other. Somebody built this to be beautiful, and beautiful things are always built by one person.
Eight of the nine I had heard of. The ninth was mine.
My fund. The capital I raised. The anchor investor who withdrew sixty-one percent on the worst morning of my life, forcing me to lever everything I owned into a single position — which is the only reason I could take the board.
Dated the nineteenth of March. Three weeks after the mill burned. I was seventeen and I had signed it in a stairwell in Incheon believing it was a scholarship.
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