The right address.
The right schools.
The right connections.
And above all, the right children.
To outsiders, Charles Whitfield looked like a man who had mastered life. As managing director of an investment firm in downtown Chicago, he was the kind of person who spoke quietly during meetings and still managed to control every decision in the room.
He wore the same brand of tailored suits, drove the same German car every three years, and kept his hair trimmed so precisely that even family vacations felt like corporate retreats.
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