For now, I was grateful.

On Thursday evening, I reviewed the final documents with the people who would actually speak for the lending vehicle.

My role was limited and formally authorized.

I would be present as its representative, supported by counsel, not as a newly discovered daughter pretending three weeks of reading made her a veteran executive.

I knew the relevant figures.

I knew the provision.

I knew the difference between what I wanted to say and what the contract allowed.