DANTE
I'd stayed away from her for seven days, hanging onto the thin thread of investigation work to prevent myself from losing my mind completely.
The week had been brutal. I'd dissolved the board I'd set up for DreamHaven. Paid back every investor, taking massive financial hits I'd feel for awhile. Annulled all partnerships tied to the Meadowbrook project. The lawsuits started rolling in within hours. Petitions. Angry phone calls. Threats.
For the first time since I'd become a businessman, I'd taken a major blow that set me back financially and reputationally. My chances at topping the charts as developer of the year? Gone. Beating Marcus and Max? Irrelevant now.
But I didn't care about Forbes anymore. Didn't care about winning some pissing contest with family members I barely tolera
