“Do you have the faintest idea who this man is?” He turned back to Zachary, trembling now, because the survival of everything his name stood for hung on this one man’s goodwill.

“Mr.

Prescott, please — forgive her, she’s overwrought.

About the Fairchild Capital bridge loan — your office told us we were in the final stages, the five-hundred-million buyout, we were to finalize Monday—”

“A buyout?” Rosalie’s voice wavered.

“Thaddeus — what is he talking about?

You said the bank was expanding.”

Thaddeus the younger, the groom, stared at the floor, gray-faced.