It was the only real money he had spent on himself. Every other cent went back into his company. He had updated the house and bought clothes and shit—all of which came out of the salary his CFO paid him—but he didn’t flash his cash around. He lived in the same house he had grown up in and really didn’t have any plans to move. He bought the requisite mansion, it was expected of him after all, but he preferred living in the only place that had ever felt like a home. Everything he ...