He called me “street garbage” at a billionaire dinner table—then my phone buzzed with a notification that would make his empire headline news by morning.
thin blue thing on a cheap plastic hanger, absurd against the wall of custom shelving and glass. I sat at my marble kitchen island in my Midtown penthouse, fingers around …
He called me “street garbage” at a billionaire dinner table—then my phone buzzed with a notification that would make his empire headline news by morning. Read More