Alex
Six years later…
“I’m sorry?” I said.
In front of me, on the chair in my living room, the journalist seemed to falter for a moment.
“I said,” she asked again, “Is there anyone in your life at the moment?”
I frowned and uncrossed my leg. “I don’t think your readers would be very interested in that sort of thing, would they?” I said.
The journalist from the Times laughed, as if I was being ridiculous. “Mr. Lowe,” she said. “You’ve amassed a fortune worth over ten billion dollars. You’re in a percentage of the population that can only be expressed in ten decimal places. And more to the point, you’re one of New York’s most well-loved philanthropists, with charitable contributions ranging from art galleries and exhibitions to children’s food programs and international aid. You’re tel
