Chapter 5 · free to read
I had spent nine months teaching this market to be afraid of Daeryun. It learned in one afternoon.
A cornered man never fights the knife. He goes looking for the hand that pays for it.
The anchor investor. Sixty-one percent of committed capital, withdrawn on ninety days' notice — and the notice was ninety days old the moment it arrived.
Everything the fire paid me. Everything the man in the corridor invested for me. Ten years of compounding, and I was about to lever all of it against a company I intended to break.
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