I stopped in front of his table.
“Hi, Julian.
The victory has been made.
“It has to be a joke.
Samuel took the microphone.
“It is an honor to introduce the founder and majority shareholder of Sterling Investment Group, Mrs Clara Sterling Vance.
The silence was absolute.
Julian got up slowly.
“You told me your parents had a printing press.
“They did it.
“You lived above it.
“Also.
“Then what the hell is this?”
I looked at him.“The part of my life that you’ve never bothered to ask about.
The pound started with money from a patent that my father sold when I was twenty-two.
Then came the investments.
Real Estate.
The technology.
Infrastructure.
When I met Julian, I already had more money than he could have imagined.
I never hid this with false documents.
I simply held the premarital fortune separate and used professional administrators.
Julian had confused discretion with poverty.
