5/10/2023 0 Comments The accidental billionaires![]() ![]() He managed to get the barest taste of water before the cup folded inward beneath his fingers, rivulets missing his tie but drenching the sleeve of his dress shirt. The longer this ordeal dragged on, the more likely it was that sooner or later he’d show up to the next endless session wearing his Olympic rowing jacket. After so many days, months, hell, years, the tie was hardly necessary. He was trying his best to sip filtered water from a tissue-thin disposable cup, without spilling too much onto his tie. It was a little past three on a Friday afternoon, and Tyler Winklevoss stood by a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a pincushion of similar office buildings piercing the midday fog. Bug-eyed watercoolers, chrome-edged conference tables, faux-leather adjustable chairs. Fluorescent strips bisecting tic-tac-toe tiled dropped ceilings. Eggshell-colored walls and industrial-beige carpets. The usual glass, steel, and concrete sliced and diced into overly air-conditioned, brightly lit cubes. The twenty-third floor of a nondescript office tower on the outskirts of San Francisco’s Financial District. ![]()
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