However, I never meant for it to turn out like this.
I always figured I could make it big, apologize to the old man, and make it up to him in good time. But now he’s gone, and I don’t have that chance.
I have to live with knowing I fucked up and I can’t put things right, much less justify my actions with some flimsy excuses.
So that’s why I’m reaching out.
I have another project in mind, and this time I want to do it right in a way that’s mutually beneficial for us.
I have a lead on some land upstate that would make an excellent ski resort. It just so happens to neighbor a large tract of acreage held by Blackthorn but never developed.
Together, we’d have the largest property on prime land in the whole state. We’d split the profits both ways, 50/50, of course.
Think of it as my way of making amends for Long Island.
Leonidas can’t give me a second chance, but his grandson can, and there’s no one I’d rather work with to make this vision a reality.
If you’re interested, kindly let me know. I’m at your service to discuss details and strategy anytime.
Yours,
Cooper
I rub my chin,the lack of sleep catching up with me.
What the actual fuck?
This is… thelastthing I expected.
Cooper Daley never struck me as the sort of man to apologize and fall on his sword. He’s always been so confident, so certain once he makes a big decision.
I don’t trust it, especially when his big confession comes with strings attached.
I was right about one thing, though—his Long Island acquisitions didn’t just happen because he has a hawk’s eye for business, as many assumed.
I hate that Gramps ever gave this vulture the benefit of the doubt. I fucking knewDaley blatantly stole the prime real estate from us.
Gramps must have known what he did and kept his mouth shut.
Why? Because he liked Daley?
I snort loudly, tapping my throbbing temple.
Damn.
I have no clue what to do with this besides slam the door in his face if he comes calling.
Instinct tells me that’s the only reply, but then again, that might be shortsighted. That’s old, grouchy Army me.
Not the man who’s learning to put his company first as CEO.
If the old man could forgive and forget, why should I close the door without some due diligence?
I’m just not used to things ever being easy.
Every time I’ve come close to a win, something goes to shit.
Ten years ago, I was half resigned to grow up and try working with Gramps. Then Taylor happened and I went into exile.
