What Ryan didn’t know?

2 years ago, I sold my AI-powered wellness startup to a tech giant for seven figures. I’d spent my early 20s living on instant ramen and building backend code between shifts at a co-writing space that smelled like ambition and burnt coffee. The acquisition was clean, and I reinvested most of it.

Between that, advisory roles, and a few early crypto plays I cashed out of just in time, I was more than fine. Now, I worked at another tech company, helping build them up and keep myself busy. But I never dressed the part.

I wore clothes that weren’t name brands but fit well on my body. I drove my old car because it had been my father’s and he had passed it down to me. And I hadn’t brought Ryan home because I needed to know who he was before he saw what I had.

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