At 16, My Father Tore Up My Art School Letter and Threw Me Out. Twelve Years Later, I Was the CEO Holding His Mortgage.

and Antiquities. A chain of private galleries and auction houses stretched like a silver thread from San Diego to Seattle, all of them mine. My personal net worth had slipped past fourteen million dollars the previous spring, quietly, without fanfare or celebration.

And not once, in all those years, had I asked my parents for a single cent.

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