After three years as a live-in son-in-law, everyone called me a useless freeloader who could do nothing but write code.
Then my ice-cold CEO wife’s company was swallowed up and pushed to the brink of bankruptcy. Red-eyed, she told me, “Let’s get a divorce. I don’t want to drag you down with me.”
I smiled and typed a single line of code right in front of all our enemies.
The next second, stock markets around the world were sent into turmoil.
Only then did they understand: I didn’t control a keyboard. I controlled the lifeblood of the entire world.
