It’s a fair question, and the answer goes back a long way.

I built Northvale Holdings from a single idea and a rented office, and over twenty years it became a large and quiet conglomerate — quiet because I made it so.

I never sat for the magazine profiles.

I skipped the galas.

I let executives be the public face while I did the work from behind it, because I had learned young that being visibly rich turns every relationship into a negotiation, and I wanted, just once, to be chosen for something other than my balance sheet.

I know how that sounds — the lonely billionaire, wishing to be loved for herself, a small violin playing somewhere.