HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

landed in Saint-Tropez.

“What did you find?” I asked.

“A forty-million-dollar bridge loan issued to Cross Continental six months ago.”

“That isn’t in the board reports.”

“Lender?”

“Blackridge Capital.”

I knew the name.

Blackridge financed distressed companies at interest rates that bordered on predatory. Its contracts were designed to become ownership documents continue reading …