Here's the thing about Kayla's little apology gift: it was like she'd handed me a fucking rocket when I already had a spaceship, except this rocket came with a built-in customer base that didn't know they were paying for my shit.
Already has a hedge fund—which she didn't know about, because of course she didn't, because I'm not exactly putting "billionaire crypto mogul" on my Instagram bio—but in Kayla's case, my hedge fund was like having a built-in customer who's also the owner.
Like imagine you open a blockchain studio to apologize to your ex, and it turns out that ex owns a hedge fund that needs secure trading systems and smart contracts.
Suddenly your fund is paying her studio to build all the crypto infrastructure, guaranteed money from day one, no awkward sales pitches required.
