Chapter 14 — Fairchild Asset Management

Eighteen months after the Ravenel Group came apart, the autumn light fell clean through the tall windows of my own corner office, above a brass plate that read Fairchild Asset Management.

I sat with a cup of coffee and the quarterly statement for my daughter’s trust — the very fund Camden had tried to strip from her before her first breath.

Under my sole direction it had not merely survived the wreck of his family’s empire; it had grown thirty-two percent in its first year.