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The crack widened when his own board turned on him. They smelled doubt. A raider who hesitates is prey. His partners demanded he complete the Trans-Union breakup. “You’re not a philanthropist, Julian,” said his CFO, a man with teeth like a shark. “You’re a raider. Act like one.”

The crack became visible on the morning he decided to sell the Wheeling plant. wall street raider crack

But the real collapse came from within. Without the cold armor of predation, Julian found himself unmoored. He had built his identity on being the one who never lost, who never felt. Now, feeling everything, he made erratic decisions—a doomed merger, a charity pledge that drained liquidity. The hedge funds circled. By the spring of 1989, his empire was a corpse picked clean by his former allies. The crack widened when his own board turned on him