CHAPTER 33

Mark There were certain things I understood in life. For example, the stock market. As fickle as any mistress, there was a certain ebb and flow that followed an almost cadence-type rhythm. Sure, there were huge losses and triumphant gains, but in between it all there was the sense of adventure. Sutton was my stock market, and I was beginning to see that I had invested more of my funds than I had ever thought to be possible. I am a cautious man. I don’t take risky deals. I don’t mingle...