When Lawrence Tung met me at the reception desk, I thought he was an assistant or maybe the receptionist who had stepped away for a moment, not the boss himself. His slight frame was engulfed in an oversize Abercrombie polo shirt and a pair of baggy, dark-gray jeans. He led me to his office, showed me to a seat, and took his place behind a massive wraparound desk. His thick black hair was overgrown and stuck out perpendicularly from his scalp. As he settled in behind the desk, he called to mind nothing so much as a teenager in his father’s office.