My grandson pushed me into a lake and laughed while I drowned. “Don’t be so dramatic!” my daughter-in-law sneered. They thought the frail old woman who paid for everything was too weak to fight back. I pretended to be frail and forgetful, letting them believe I was losing my mind. “She’s a liability,” I heard them whisper, planning to put me in a home. They had no idea I was documenting every cruel word. When they finally realized my bank accounts were empty, they called the police to report me

e stares were burning me. I couldn't control him. I was about to lose a $4B deal. Then, a poor kid from economy, in a torn hoodie, walked past security... and did one thing with a napkin that changed my life forever. The scream was a physical thing. It was a high-pitched, glass-cutting shriek that sliced through the pressurized calm of the G650's cabin. It was a sound I knew too well. My name is Richard Harrison, and I am a man who controls things. I control markets. I control my board. I contro