The Innovation Summit should have felt like a victory. Standing on that hotel balcony, watching Manhattan glitter below us like scattered diamonds, I should have been celebrating our complete domination of the tech sector.
Instead, all I could think about was Sterling's question hanging in the air between us like smoke.
“What if we built something that outlasts both of us?”
Not a business proposal. Not a strategic expansion. Something bigger, more permanent, more terrifying than any corporate empire we could construct.
A family.
The weeks after the summit took on a strange, almost domestic quality that felt foreign in our world of boardroom battles and hostile takeovers. Sterling started coming home earlier, trading late-night strategy sessions for quiet dinners where we talked about
