The gilded doors swung open.
I expected a conference room.
A lawyer.
A trust officer.
Something ordinary.
Instead, I stepped into a private chamber overlooking the Mediterranean.
Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the sea.
Sunlight spilled across polished marble floors.
And standing near the windows was an elderly man in an impeccably tailored suit.
He turned as I entered.
“Ms. Parker.”
His voice carried quiet authority.
I recognized him instantly.
Not because I knew him personally.
Because his face appeared regularly in international business magazines.
One of Europe’s most influential investors.
