E L A R AJulian Hartmann.The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered.I don't know.The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear.If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate...I know it's insane.Completely insane.But as I stared at Julian Hartmann's photo in the article, his ice-blue eyes, sharp jawline, the hint of a sardonic smile, I remembered something.A debate, from years ago.Seven years ago, when I was finishing my MBA at Columbia, he had been a guest lecturer, though I had no idea of who he was at the time.We had debated on corporate ethics and responsibility, I challenged every point he made, and he challenged right back, and for the first time in my life, someone had treated my ideas like they mattered.At the end, he sa
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