Gerald\u2019s hand froze above the table. For several seconds, nobody spoke. Then he swallowed hard and asked why I had bought the loan. I told him the truth: I had followed Hartley Capital\u2019s investment records for years, and Northgate had once been one of the most promising firms in the region. Its early work reminded me of the kind of company people built before greed became part of the business. Gerald looked down, unable to meet my eyes. \u201cThere is something you should know,\u201d he finally said. \u201cHamilton did not collapse because of the market.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Margaret turned toward him. Preston\u2019s face went pale. Gerald admitted that his business partner had secretly drained the bridge financing into a private account. Instead of reporting it, Gerald had covered the missing money for six months, hoping the company could recover before anyone discovered the truth. To keep the payments moving, he had borrowed against the family home and hidden the debt from Margaret. Preston had handled the books and knew enough to understand what was happening, yet he had stayed silent. Gerald believed control meant carrying every burden alone, but now he saw that secrecy had multiplied the damage.<\/p>\n
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