Oh, I did not just push it through. Terrence corrected a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. I orchestrated it. Richard came to me two months ago practically crying on his knees. His logistics company was bleeding cash. He was terrified of losing the house, terrified of losing face in front of my parents. He begged me for a personal bailout.
I told him, ‘I do not do charity, but I do make strategic investments. So, you taught him how to commit identity theft. I deduced the sheer brazeness of his corruption making my blood run cold.’ He was handing me a verbal confession to a masterclass in criminal conspiracy. I simply pointed out that while his credit was garbage, his eldest daughter had a pristine financial record.
Terrence smiled entirely unbothered by his admission of a felony. I told him if he could produce the right paperwork. I would make sure the compliance department at Pinnacle Horizon looked the other way. It was incredibly easy. My father trusts my judgment and the underwriters do not question a direct order from the heir to the company.
