Thirty minutes with Theo Montclair taught me something that most people spend their entire pathetic careers trying to figure out while drowning in middle management hell.
Money wasn't the fucking point.
Which is easy to say when you're sitting on tens of billions, but whatever.
Theo Montclair was worth more money than God—oil fields scattered across Texas and Louisiana like he was playing Monopoly with real-life properties, a private tanker fleet that probably had its own zip code, and refinery contracts stretching from the Gulf Coast to the Pacific Northwest.
Dude had built this empire in twelve years starting from a twenty-million-dollar inheritance that most trust fund babies would've blown on yachts, cocaine, and Instagram-babes-worthy regret.
He took daddy's money and actually multiplied it instead of spending it on bottle service and Lamborghinis. Respect.
