On an Autumn Evening in Manhattan, Fifty Million Dollars Signed Away Eleven Long Years
I flipped past the liability waivers to the capital contribution breakdown on the last sheet.
The primary cash reserve line showed ten million dollars moved straight from my personal checking account.
“No commercial bank loans,” I said.
“No outside guarantors.”
“And no board votes,” Theo said.
I pressed the nib of my silver fountain pen to the line and signed my name across all three signature lines.
Theo signed below me and pushed his wooden chair back on the patio deck.
“This studio is built on your own work, Vivian.