جميع فصول : الفصل

The bidding for the Trans-Pacific Green Shipping Corridor was held at the Grand Hyatt, 9 AM, in a glass room that looked over the sea — my sea, my father's sea, the sea where I fell when I was 10 and a boy crushed his legs to save me. I arrived at 8:50 AM, white suit, hair up, no diamonds, only my father's old pen in my pocket and the photo of Little Fish in my inner pocket, because I needed her — that 10-year-old girl with missing tooth who promised to marry a lonely boy — to remind me who I was fighting for. With me: Leo with three laptops and a power bank taped to his leg like a weapon, Julian in black suit in wheelchair today because his legs hurt from walking at 2 AM to my study, Mark with the Norwegian tech certificate in a bulletproof briefcase, and Uncle Chen, Liu, Zhao, Huang, Wang — my father's five brothers — in matching Lin Enterprises blue ties, because I asked them to wear blue for luck. Across the table: Arthur Vance. New suit again, this time tailored, hair combed, b