In little more than a decade, Nav had gone from a standing start to the point where signing off on such multimillion-dollar deals seemed perfectly reasonable to him. He'd forged his own path to get there, eschewing the traditional routes to success in the financial world, and still bringing in the kinds of numbers that the highest earning big-bank traders and hedge fund managers a few miles away in the city of London aspired to. But the intensity of his focus and the strength of his obsession had rendered Nav blind to virtually everything else, including the perils that now swirled all around him. It was only a few weeks later, when he was abruptly awoken by the sound of his father's voice telling him the police were on the doorstep, that the reverie was finally broken.
