Chapter 69: Get In My Car
(Caroline's POV)
Before I even stepped foot in the clubhouse tonight, my father, Richard, had given me a dossier on Harold. He warned me that Harold was a shark who had cut his teeth on Wall Street decades ago. He didn't care about sob stories, family drama, or loyalty. He cared about capability and the rate of return.
So, I didn't approach him like a desperate divorcee begging for a lifeline.
I swirled the Pinot Noir in my glass, watching the crimson liquid coat the sides. I kept my posture relaxed, leaning back in my chair as if I had all the time in the world.
"Harold, let's be clear," I said, my voice smooth. "I'm not asking for a favor. I'm offering Central Securities a seat at the table. This is an opportunity for your firm to profit from the Lowel
