When my father’s sales numbers cratered and rumors of “retirement conversations” began circulating at NorthStar, I acted. Through Harbor Crest Holdings, I acquired fifty-one percent of the company. Quietly. Efficiently. No drama. No press. No face attached. I became the majority shareholder, the invisible chairman, the man whose preferences the CEO learned not to question. And one of those preferences was that Robert Carter kept his job.
So he did.
The CEO, Martin Holloway, understood the message perfectly. He didn’t need to know why I wanted it. Only that I did.
And Tyler?
Tyler would have been in prison twice over if I had let consequence do its ordinary work.
The first time, he sold a property using forged authorization papers and ended up crossing a buyer who happened to be an attorney. The lawsuit that followed would have burned his life to the ground. Through a chain of shell companies and carefully arranged settlements, I bought out the claim, buried the case, and made the problem disappear. Tyler celebrated his “good luck” by financing a Rolex he couldn’t afford.