Terminal Four
And then I stopped.
I did not hire anybody.
I did not instruct a lawyer.
I did not go to the police, which would have achieved nothing, but I did not consider it either.
I own six hotels.
At any given moment in that year I was paying four separate firms to find things out for me — title searches, background checks on a general manager, a licensing dispute in Charleston where I spent nineteen thousand dollars establishing who owned a piece of land.
Nineteen thousand dollars, to find out about a piece of land.