The Sons I Traded for an Empire
“Let it fall,” I said softly.
“What?
Roderick, that’s billions of dollars.” “I don’t care,” I said — and for the first time in thirteen years it was the plain truth.
I have tried, since, to explain to people what it felt like to say those three words and mean them, and I have never quite managed it, because it sounds insane from the outside.
Billions of dollars.
A lifetime of work.