Ceejay Penn spent two decades at elite global strategy consulting firms, eventually rising to managing partner. He advised whoever could afford him: governments, boards, CEOs and more than one tycoon, on every continent except Antarctica. He once needed an armed escort to reach a client meeting in Africa, and more than once walked away from clients whose money didn't smell right.
A national newspaper published his first poem when he was eight. It took him only a few decades more to get around to a novel, after a career that turned out to be the research for it. He lives in Singapore with his fiercest critic—his wife. His novels take readers into the rooms he was paid to sit in, where the real decisions get made long before they hit the headlines.
