William Falls First
Author: Author Greek
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Ethan had known William Hargrove to be living a fake life from the very first dinner when William had spent forty minutes explaining an investment strategy he clearly did not understand to a table full of elite.

The credit card statements told a cleaner story. Strip clubs on Tuesdays. Poker buy-ins on Fridays. A bar tab in Chelsea that appeared every Saturday like a standing appointment. And behind all of it, a debt to a man named Leo Briggs that had grown from sixty thousand dollars to two hundred thousand in less than eight months, with two weeks left on the clock before Leo stopped being patient.

"He's going to grab at anything that looks like a way out," Ethan said, reading through the statements one more time at the warehouse table.

"Which is exactly where you want him," Vincent said.

"Exactly where I want him," Ethan agreed, and he opened a new email account.

The message Ethan sent from the burner account was short and specific. He wrote as James Tan, a private investor based in Singapore with a long-standing interest in mid-cap American companies navigating public relations difficulties.

He said he was in New York for ten days and would appreciate an informal conversation with a member of the Hargrove family before deciding whether to move forward with a significant position.

William replied in forty minutes. He said he would be delighted to meet and suggested a bar in SoHo on Thursday evening.

"He didn't even run it past his father," Vincent said, reading the reply over Ethan's shoulder.

"He can't run it past his father," Ethan said. "His father stopped trusting him two years ago. This is William trying to prove he can still close something on his own." He closed the laptop. "He needs this more than he knows."

Ethan arrived at the bar first, wearing a charcoal suit. He ordered sparkling water and waited.

William walked in at eight-fifteen, which was twenty minutes late and Ethan watched him scan the room.

"Mr. Tan," William said, extending a hand with the practiced ease of a man who had been taught how to walk into a room even if he had never been taught why. "William Hargrove. Sorry I'm a bit late, the traffic on the West Side was brutal tonight."

"Not at all," Ethan said, shaking his hand. "Thank you for making the time. I know your family is managing a great deal right now."

"We're managing it fine," William said, sitting down and picking up the cocktail menu. "Can I get you something stronger than that?"

"I'll stay with the water," Ethan said. "Please, order what you like."

William ordered a bourbon, finished it on time and ordered another. Ethan asked easy questions about New York, about the company's history, about William's role, and William answered all of them confidently.

By the third drink, William was leaning on the bar with his jacket open.

"Can I be straight with you, James?" William said.

"I would prefer it," Ethan said.

"The company is going through a rough patch right now," William said. "The press has been brutal, and some of it is not entirely unfair." He took another drink. "But the fundamentals are solid. The real assets are solid. My father has been running this business for thirty years."

"I appreciate the candor," Ethan said. "I have to ask you something directly, William, and I need an honest answer before I put ten million dollars into anything." He paused."The fraud allegations. Are they true?"

William was quiet for about thirty seconds. He took a long drink and set the glass down.

"They are not entirely fabricated," William said. "My father has been aggressive with valuations." He glanced up. "But this is the way these families operate, James. Everyone does it at some level. The Hargroves just got unlucky with the timing."

"And the subsidiaries?" Ethan said.

"Some of them are real," William said. "Some of them were created to manage certain tax positions." He picked up his glass again. "Look, my father has been building this company before I was born. The company is real and the assets are real and if you come in at the right price, you will do very well."

"What about your sister and Julian Vance?" Ethan said. "I have heard from another source that there may be a leadership transition coming."

William made a short sound that was not quite a laugh. "Serena has been positioning herself for the top seat for two years and Julian has been helping her do it. My father doesn't see it yet, or maybe he sees it and doesn't want to believe it." He swirled the last of his drink. "But yes. If the board removes my father, Serena will step in. That is the plan."

"Thank you, William," Ethan said. "This has been very helpful."

He paid the tab, shook William's hand, and walked out into the cold SoHo air. He sat in the back of a car Vincent was driving and said nothing for four blocks while the recording device in his jacket pocket finished its job.

"He gave you everything," Vincent said.

"He gave me everything," Ethan said.

Richard Hargrove received the email at six in the morning, and Ethan listened to the moment it arrived through the security system David Park had granted him access to as part of the audit committee's technical review process.

He heard Richard's chair scrape back. He heard a long silence. And then he heard Richard pick up his phone and call William, and the call went straight to voicemail, and then he heard Richard call his driver and say he needed the car in fifteen minutes.

By seven, William was in his father's office on the forty-second floor, and Ethan listened to the whole thing.

"You sat down with a stranger," Richard said, "and you told him the fraud was real, that the subsidiaries are fake, and that your sister is planning to take over the company. In a bar. Over drinks."

"I thought he was a legitimate investor," William said. "He knew things already and I was trying to manage the conversation."

"You confirmed federal crimes to a man you met on the internet," Richard said. "That is what you did."

"Father, if you would just let me explain the context of how the conversation went, it was not as straightforward as it sounds on the recording and I was simply trying to present the company in the best possible light while being realistic about the challenges we face”.

“And I genuinely believed that full transparency was the right approach for a high-level investor who was already aware of the situation and I had no reason to think that he was anything other than what he claimed to be."

The silence after that speech was long enough to be its own answer.

"Get out of my building," Richard said.

"Father."

"Your access card will be deactivated before you reach the lobby," Richard said. "The trust fund transfer is suspended as of this morning. Get out."

"I have debts," William said, and his voice had changed completely. "And I need the trust fund money. I need it within the next ten days or there will be serious consequences for me personally and I am asking you, as my father, to please not do this right now."

Richard's chair moved. Footsteps. The sound of a door being opened.

"That is not my problem," Richard said.

"That's the alley behind Leo Briggs's club," Vincent said, glancing at the address on the scanner.

"I know," Ethan said.

Vincent said nothing else. They sat in the parked car for a moment outside the hospital, and Ethan was only getting started.

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