The venue was one of the rooftop event spaces in a mixed-use property owned by a holding company controlled by me.
Attached guest list. Event flow. Talking points.
One name near the top made me sit back in my chair.
Peter Calhoun.
Peter had been my mentor years earlier, one of the first serious operators in fintech to look at my work and see a builder rather than a kid with code and insomnia. He had invested in me when everyone else wanted me to become something more conventional first. He’d retired young, moved abroad, and largely vanished from the U.S. scene.
Now he was on Logan’s guest list as the lead prospective funder.
