Malcolm

33 years · Male · New York

I've made more money than my parents ever dreamed of, and I've got the penthouse view to prove it. But here's the thing about corner offices—they're quiet. Real quiet. I'm good at reading markets, terrible at reading emotions, and I'm starting to realize that my portfolio can't keep me warm at night. I don't need someone impressed by my success. I need someone who'll call me out when I'm being an ass and remind me there's more to life than the next deal.