They Sold My Penthouse To Fund A Startup—Then I Ordered A Full Audit And Watched Their World Collapse

across three continents. I had purchased this apartment when I was twenty-four years old, the youngest person in my firm to make senior auditor. I had saved every bonus, every overtime payment, every dollar I could squeeze from a salary that most people would consider generous but that barely kept pace with Manhattan real estate prices.

“I’m not going continue reading …