“But — nine million?” Richard started.
“Closer to eleven now, actually. The market’s been generous.”
Patricia looked genuinely close to fainting. Christopher had already pulled his phone below the table’s edge and was frantically typing, the glow of the screen faintly visible against his lap.
I leaned back in my chair, letting a beat of silence settle over the table before I continued.
“Now, Richard. Since we’re already discussing standing and resources — about Riverside Development. I understand you’re still searching for a lead investor. The project itself is solid. You simply need capital to close the gap.”
Richard’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again like a man trying to remember how speech worked. “Yes. We’ve been exploring options.”
“I might be interested. Warren Capital might be interested. It’s precisely the kind of mixed-use development we’ve specialized in for years. Could be a genuinely profitable partnership for both sides.”
