Wages of Fear
At the time, Yeo jumped into the fray of running his father’s affairs, using everything his father had taught him as if the business was in constant danger of failing, the same way the plane had failed at three o’clock in the morning somewhere over the Himalayas at four thousand feet.
From that moment on, Yeo had taken control of his own lofty flight, the pilot of his own destiny, never looking back again, until he had built his father’s wealth into a financial empire.
Now, as he looked down the cobbled path toward the domelike monkey bars where children climbed, he saw a homeless man, no more than twenty-five, digging through a public trashcan.
He came up with a half-eaten sandwich.
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