Lawrence sat on a lounger beside Fisher DuPont’s private pool, his soda glass already empty. He could get up and refill it any time he wanted, but Lawrence wasn’t feeling particularly up for doing much more than lying around today.
In fact, sitting beside the pool for a couple of hours this morning would give him more sun than he’d had all week.
So his goals to get out and explore the island of Getaway Bay had sort of stalled. Big deal. No one knew of his personal goals, and he could change them any time he wanted.
His company was fine. Better than fine. Doing great, with a eight percent gain over last quarter so far this summer. September was shaping up to be one of the best months, which would hopefully earn them their highest profits in the history of Gladstone Financial.
Normally,
