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Grey clouds roll across the expanse of Seattle early morning sky. Glimpses of sunshine break through puffs of clouds as chilled eastern wind blow. A storm is brewing.
"Thank you Taylor," I nod as he shuts the car door behind me with a thud.
Sprinting up three steps at a time towards the imposing Hunts Point townhouse, I stop in my tracks. Zuckerberg exits the front door with the speed of a bat out of hell.
"Are you here with a dividends report too," he says casting a tentative backward glance.
"Not today. I was summoned on another matter. You got the third degree?" A knowing grin tugs the edge of my lips.
"In all the years I've been in business, she's the only investor that grills me over each line of the report. It was a bonanza year but you wouldn't know it...she expects more." He snaps open the top button of his shirt and pulls at the tie as if it's strangling him. "I need a drink," he laughs then leans in to give me a brief man hug.
"Early morning drinking Zuck, I'm pretty sure Priscilla would have something to say about that?"
"Priscilla would give a one-time pass, special dispensation."
"She humanises you, you lucky son of a gun."
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