Chapter 4 — The Visionary

I met Christopher Lawson a decade ago, at a technology incubator summit in San Francisco.

Back then he was magnetic — a visionary orator, bursting with ideas, the kind of man who made a room lean toward him.

I still remember the evening he took both my hands in his, his eyes burning with ambition.

“Loretta,” he whispered, “my pockets are completely empty right now.

But I swear on my life, I am going to build an enterprise so large that you will never have to look at a price tag again.”