"There isn't a lot about me to know, other than what you found. My father told me when I was probably about ten that I was taking over the business when he retires. Or -- dies, whichever comes fist." Ben shrugs and leans back with his latte, sipping lightly.
"So the second I was old enough for Dad's favourite boarding school I got shipped off. From there I went to Yale, both for undergrad and to get my MBA. Saw my parents for awkward holiday dinners but Dad would usually find an internship for me over the summer and I'd spend it working in some friend of his office.