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Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Eli Is Insufferable About It

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Eli

Sebastian told me on Wednesday evening.

He sat across from me at the kitchen table and said: "The investment banker used your criteria document in the meeting today. She described it as the most useful due diligence framework she had seen in twenty years."

I received this information.

I made a note.

Then I said: "Which version did Marcus present?"

"The adapted version," Sebastian said. "The one you gave him last week."

"Good," I said. "The original was not designed for investor assessment c
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