“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

I stared at him, stunned by the casual violence of money. “You can’t do that.”

He gave me a look that said rich men had built entire nations out of things other people told them they could not do.

Milo was crying now, silently, which was worse than sobbing.

I looked at him, then at the continue reading …