Cole's POV
I sat in the boardroom, watching my father and Richard Prescott across the long mahogany table.
The man was greedy. I knew he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity this massive, even if it meant bargaining with his own daughter.
“Two point five billion is a steep underwriting figure, Arthur,” Richard said, leaning back in his chair. “My firm would be committing over forty percent of our private equity liquidity into a single transit corridor.”
Dad didn’t blink. “It’s a deep water port and a high speed rail network connecting three major distribution hubs,” he replied evenly. “It’s a monopoly on regional supply chains for the next thirty years.”
“Assuming construction stays on schedule,” Richard countered, leaning forward over the polished table. “Infrastructure projects are volat
