I remembered those fingers.
They had once slipped a wedding ring onto mine beneath a canopy of white roses.
They had held mine during our honeymoon in Florence.
They had brushed tears from my face when my father died.
And now those same fingers had probably carried poison into every meal I had eaten for months.
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My name is not important to the people who read financial newspapers.
For years, I deliberately kept my private life separate from my professional identity.
I founded an international architecture company when I was thirty-one. What began as a small design studio grew into a multinational firm with offices in London, New York, Singapore, Dubai, and Tokyo.
I developed several patented construction technologies that transformed the way high-rise buildings could withstand earthquakes and extreme weather.
Eventually, I sold part of the company, retained ownership of its most valuable intellectual property, and invested the proceeds through private holding companies.
