The Davenport-Prescott Initiative had grown into something I barely recognized from its humble beginnings. Eighteen months after launch, we controlled seven billion dollars in assets and had our fingers in everything from agricultural biotechnology to artificial intelligence research. While Sterling ruled his corporate empire from the Prescott Group's glass tower, the Initiative had become my kingdom—a place where I could reshape capitalism according to my vision.
Which was exactly why today's board meeting was going to be a bloodbath.
I stood at the head of our Madison Avenue conference room, watching twelve of the most powerful venture capitalists on the East Coast file in for what they thought would be a routine quarterly review. They had no idea I was about to propose something that
