The next day, Shaw Group's stock crashed.
The 150-million-dollar loan-shark debt erupted into a full-blown crisis.
Debt collectors blocked the entrance to Shaw Group and hung a white protest banner across it.
With nowhere left to turn, Adrian didn't even dare return to the company.
At 10 p.m., I sat on the sofa in Julian's villa, reviewing financial reports.
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Julian rose to answer it.
Adrian stood outside, soaked through and looking utterly wretched.
A violent storm had hit Ravenport that night. He hadn't brought an umbrella, and wet hair clung messily to his forehead.
Humiliation flickered in his eyes when he saw Julian at the door.
Still, he gritted his teeth and dropped to his knees.
"Mr. Hart, please let me see Evelyn."
His voice was almost too ho
