Winter in Brenton was rainy and cold, but I found it more comfortable than Havenport.
The project lasted for three weeks. I followed the team to visit clients, conduct due diligence, and write reports. I was incredibly busy, but it felt wonderfully fulfilling.
On the day the project ended, the client hosted a dinner. A man sat next to me and poured me a cup of coffee.
"Are you Emma?" he asked.
"You know me?"
"I know your aunt," he said with a smile. "She told me she had a niece in Havenport and asked me to look out for her."
I raised an eyebrow. "So you're here to look out for me?"
"I suppose so." He raised his glass. "I'm Daniel. I work in private equity. Your aunt is one of my LPs."
I later found out that Daniel was quite well-known in Brenton's financial circles, low-key but eff
