Chapter Thirty-three
Charlie carried a scroll of paper into the silent saloon and unrolled it on the largest table. The business had been closed for almost eight weeks. The new owners of the pieces of Belle’s estate hadn’t mentioned anything about moving forward, so she scheduled two meetings herself. The first with the owners, and then one in the evening of the next day for the people who worked for Belle. She stared at the blueprints that represented Fitchburg and the particular blocks that held the Red Rose. She knew she could be intimidating to men used to being in charge. This plan was strong, and she was committed to making it work, with or without them. She was prepared to finance the whole thing, and she was sure she would make another fortune.
“So, how are you this fine morning,
