man whose companies controlled billions in assets.
He smiled.
“Your grandfather spoke about you often.”
I stopped walking.
“What?”
The man gestured toward a chair.
“Please sit.”
Xavier remained silent beside the door.
The investor opened a leather folder.
Inside were photographs.
Dozens of them.
I stared.
Some showed my grandfather decades younger.
Others showed him beside world leaders, executives, and entrepreneurs.
People I only recognized from television.
“What is this?”
The man’s smile widened.
“The part of your grandfather’s life your family never knew.”
For the next hour, he
