In The Glass Boardroom Where My Parents Sold Our $2 Billion Biotech Company, My Father Pointed To Security And Said, “Pack Your Things.” I Only Picked Up My Coffee Mug, Walked Out Quietly, And By Morning The Buyer Would Learn Why The Code Had Never Belonged To Them – News

spend the rest of their miserable lives in a federal penitentiary for corporate fraud. I sat across from Sylvia in her pristine highsecurity office overlooking the financial district.

Sylvia slid a thick, heavy leather-bound folder across the polished mahogany desk. The gold embossed lettering on the cover caught the morning light perfectly. It read continue reading …