OCEANS.
7:18 AM.
I arrived at the office earlier than I normally would. I had some important contracts to review before the end of the day.
Fred and I had finally begun some legal processes now that I was set to "publicly engage" their daughter.
Fifty-one properties across the country. Luxury residential developments in New York, Miami, and Los Angeles. Commercial office complexes. Retail centers. Undeveloped land parcels sitting on projections that looked better on paper than they actually were. Four hotels that were bleeding money in ways Fred had apparently never found inconvenient enough to address. Industrial warehousing. Historic buildings in Chicago that generated steady income and absolutely no excitement.
All handed into the care of SSC to manage, because he desperately wante
