Sublime

Gabe, by contrast, was skin and bone. He was touching forty but looked ten years older again, with a face on him like a vandalised church, long and angular and pitted, eyes glinting deep in their sockets like smashed-out windows.

In the first eighteen months of FTX’s existence, there had been several other dustups with Binance of this sort. CZ developed what three of his employees at the time described as an obsession with his new rival. He’d ask staff for regular reports about FTX, and speak of FTX in ways he would not of the other exchanges.