تسجيل الدخولArabella had spent the morning trying not to think about Adrian’s last words.A more permanent arrangement.He had offered no explanation, and she had no intention of asking him to clarify something he had deliberately left vague. If he wanted another meeting, he could explain himself properly.At eleven, his assistant called.“Mr Knight would like to see you this afternoon. He says he has a specific proposal.”Arabella glanced at the marked-up documents on her desk. “Did he say what kind?”“He didn’t.”“Of course he didn’t.”She accepted the meeting.By the time she arrived at Knight Enterprises, she had already decided that she would listen, ask questions and leave if the conversation became another exercise in carefully chosen half-truths.Adrian was waiting in his office. A document lay on the table between two chairs.“You said you wanted something specific,” she began.“I do. Sit down.”She remained standing for a moment before taking the chair opposite him. “I’m listening.”Adr
Arabella arrived at Adrian’s office with a marked-up copy of his proposal and a list of questions she had no intention of softening.His assistant showed her into the conference room. Adrian was standing by the windows, speaking on the phone. He ended the call when she entered.“You came prepared,” he said, noticing the folder in her hand.“I came with objections.”“Those are usually more useful.”She placed the documents on the table. “My legal team has reviewed the proposal. They believe the investment could help Montgomery Holdings, but the governance terms give Knight Enterprises too much influence.”Adrian took the chair opposite her. “Which terms concern you most?”“The steering committee. The reporting requirements. And the wording that gives your representatives authority to review decisions beyond the waterfront project.”“An investor is entitled to oversight.”“An investor is entitled to protect an investment. That isn’t the same as having a hand in every decision.”He studi
The following morning, Arabella found her father already seated in the breakfast room, a folder open beside his untouched coffee.“You’re up early,” she said.“So are you.”“I have a meeting.”Richard closed the folder. “With the bank?”“With our legal team. They want to go through Adrian’s proposal again.”He nodded towards the chair opposite him. “Then sit down first. There’s something we should discuss.”Arabella paused, then took the seat. “That sounds serious.”“It is.”Richard slid the folder across the table. Inside were summaries of the company’s upcoming obligations: supplier payments, operating costs, and a loan facility due for review. The figures were familiar, but seeing them gathered in one place made the pressure feel more immediate.“We can manage the next few weeks,” he said. “But the room to manoeuvre is getting smaller.”“How small?”“Small enough that we cannot afford to dismiss every option simply because we dislike the person offering it.”She knew who he meant.
Arabella had not expected to see Adrian at the Montgomery Foundation’s planning reception.The event was smaller than the annual gala, intended for sponsors and committee members who wanted to discuss the foundation’s next projects. She had spent most of the afternoon reviewing the programme and making sure the evening would run smoothly.When Adrian entered, she was standing beside the display of photographs from the foundation’s previous initiatives.“You look surprised,” he said as he approached.“I thought you had more important things to do.”“I do. I decided to disappoint them for an hour.”She gave him a measured smile. “How generous.”“I’m told the foundation does good work.”“It does. Though I doubt you came here solely to admire the photographs.”“Perhaps I wanted to see whether you were still working through dinner.”“I ate.”“I’m relieved.”Before she could reply, a woman approached them. She was poised, dressed in a simple black evening gown, and greeted Adrian with the e
Arabella had always found her father’s study comforting.It was one of the few places in the Montgomery residence that had remained almost unchanged over the years. The dark wooden shelves, the old photographs and the large desk by the window carried memories of a time when the family seemed untouchable.Tonight, however, the room felt unfamiliar.Richard stood by the window, looking through the latest correspondence from the company’s finance department.“Two suppliers have agreed to extend their payment deadlines,” he said. “The others haven’t responded.”Arabella placed her folder on the desk. “The legal team has reviewed Adrian’s proposal. There are several conditions we’ll need to negotiate.”Richard sighed. “Everything seems to require a negotiation these days.”“That’s because we’re no longer in a position to take things for granted.”He looked at her. “You sound like me.”“I hope not entirely.”A faint smile crossed his face, but it disappeared quickly.“Your mother used to sa
Arabella read Adrian’s proposal twice before calling her father.The document was concise, but its implications were not. Knight Enterprises would provide a substantial investment in Montgomery Holdings in exchange for a negotiated interest in the waterfront redevelopment. The proposal also included a seat on the project’s steering committee and access to relevant planning and development information.It was a serious offer. It was also a serious amount of influence to hand to a man whose family history was tied to theirs.Her father arrived in her office twenty minutes later.“You’ve read it?” Richard asked.“Twice.”“And?”“I want to know why Adrian is so interested in this particular project.”Richard lowered himself into the chair opposite her. “The waterfront has always had potential.”“That isn’t what I asked.”He looked at the proposal. “Knight Enterprises has the resources to develop it. We don’t have the same flexibility at the moment.”“So you think we should accept?”“I thi







