“Amelia, pay attention to how people treat those who cannot do anything for them. That’s where you’ll find their true character.”
At twenty-nine, I had a senior position overseeing investments in our family’s private holding company.
I had spent years studying business, working through the ranks, and learning how to evaluate companies without being distracted by their polished presentations.
My father had never wanted me to inherit a title I hadn’t earned.
He wanted me to understand the responsibility that came with it.
And I did.
But there was one part of my life that money couldn’t solve.
I wanted to be loved without wondering whether someone was more interested in my bank account than my heart.
Growing up, I had watched people change the instant they heard my last name.
Men who barely noticed me at first suddenly became attentive.
Acquaintances who had never been especially friendly began inviting me to private events.
