As the son of a narcissist who let himself be abducted into the family firm run by the aforementioned, I can only sigh with self-pity. The man had surrounded hi

As the son of a narcissist who let himself be abducted into the family firm run by the aforementioned, I can only sigh with self-pity. The man had surrounded himself with sycophants who aggrandised his ego by playing as hard and fast with the facts as he did—and when fifteen years ago I began to dissent, I was subjected to every humiliation under the sky. Now he’s an old man on the verge of bankruptcy and had been ushered out of the room with all the levers of power, and I’m being courted back by some cohorts who’ve tried to curtail him but also have let the silverback out of his cage. Yearight.