From Pawn To Power Player
Language: en
I was born with a ridiculous kind of gravity. But instead of pulling objects toward me, I pull luck. Anyone who spends a little time in my orbit—whether we shake hands or just share a cup of coffee—inevitably stumbles into a windfall. Their stocks skyrocket. Their dead-end projects suddenly get green-lit. Miracles fall into their laps. The cruel irony? None of that luck ever rubbed off on me. I remained spectacularly, chronically broke. Until three years ago, when Richard St. James, the patriarch of the St. James real estate empire, tracked me down. His eyes were bloodshot when he…