Richard Kessler was one of those men who could make a room believe everything was under control simply by lowering his voice.

He had been Daniel’s partner, financial adviser, and unofficial spokesman.

At my father’s funeral, he stood beside me and told everyone he would make sure the family was protected.

The next morning, I called him.

“Claire.

What a pleasure,” he said.

“I hope you’re coming to the benefit.

Your father’s name means so much to the foundation.”