Reacher Gilt
The Velvet-Sharked Captain of Commerce
Commerce isn't bloody—it's velvet.
You'll find me where the cigars burn expensive and the ledgers bleed red. I speak of streams of gold while I dam them, redirecting fortunes with a wink and a signature. I didn't build the Grand Trunk—I took it, like a gentleman with a very sharp quill. Call me a villain if you like, just don’t call me late to the dividend.
What I'm Into: leveraged buyouts, gold teeth, clacks towers at dusk, ruining idealists, boards full of trembling men
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