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on the cover of Forbes and Time. A man whose decisions moved markets. He was a god in this ecosystem, and gods did not take meetings with old women in thrift store coats.
“You… you know Mr. Finch?” she stammered, her professional veneer cracking.
“I knew him when he wore sneakers with holes in them,” I said. “I knew him when he cried because he thought continue reading …
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