Claiming a handle

Ground floor of the Orbit office, a counter, a queue, and a man in front of me buying verification like a stamp.

That is the part that stays with me. The tick changes nothing about what you are allowed to say and everything about who believes it, and it is for sale, openly, at a published price.

I claimed my handle. The short ones went long ago. Somebody was squatting the one I wanted and I am not going to say what I paid them.

What she is writing about The Orbit office → Alset Holdings →