Gerald stared at the business card I’d placed on the table. Hartley Capital Partners, Managing Director. Beneath it was my name\u2014Frank\u2014and suddenly the man who had spent the afternoon questioning whether my son Daniel was financially worthy of Olivia looked terrified. \u201cYou’re the lead investor in the Northgate fund,\u201d he whispered. His lender had recently informed him that an anonymous group had purchased his loan. Now he understood who stood behind it.<\/p>\n
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Preston jumped from his chair. \u201cDad, you said that was handled.\u201d Daniel stared at me in disbelief, while Olivia’s eyes filled with tears. Margaret insisted they’d only been worried about their daughter. \u201cThen you should have asked about Daniel’s character instead of my boots,\u201d I replied. I opened one email on my phone. \u201cThursday at nine, your lender’s board votes on whether to call your loan\u2014and my signature decides it.\u201d Gerald reached across the table toward me. \u201cPlease,\u201d he whispered. \u201cLet me explain what really happened in Hamilton.\u201d<\/p>\n
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