“I didn’t steal anything from them. I left when I was seventeen with a few hundred dollars in my wallet and the clothes on my back.”
That wasn’t quite true, but he hadn’t stolen any money.
“I can pay back whatever it is.”
“It’s not the money. They’ll say it’s about the money, but it’s not. It’s about power. It’s about control. I left. They don’t wantpeople to leave. They don’t want people with knowledge of their operation walking around, perhaps going to the police or, worse, the competition.”
“Can’t you just sign an NDA or something?” Non-disclosure agreements solved everything. Just ask Pierre Grimaldi.
“It’s not about that. My father is—different. I think he believes that he owns people. When I ran off, I stole myself from him. For thoseyears, I won because I controlled my own life, and he hates to lose. He hates losing anything: a bet, money, a race, anything. If he forces me back in, then he’s won, and he was the winner all along.”
“But he has to want money. We’ll buy your way out, and then he’ll have won. Everyone wants money,” Flicka said.
“We’re the Mirabaud family. We are the Geneva Trust Bank. We already have everyone’smoney.”
