Late Night Planning

Jude tapped his fingers against the armrest of the sofa, his mind working rapidly.

Owning a media conglomerate was a different beast than running a dealership, but the fifty million dollars sitting in an offshore investment fund was a much more immediate concern... 

Capital that sat idle was capital wasted. 

He picked up his phone and dialed Victoria's number. She answered on the first ring.

"Mr. Lawson. How can I assist you this evening?" 

"I need your firm to leverage its network," Jude said. "I have fifty million dollars in liquid offshore funds that I want to park in high-yield foreign trade projects. Reach out to the top-tier corporate families in your circle. Find out who needs massive capital injections, and set up the pitch meetings for tomorrow."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line.

Fifty million in liquid cash was an astronomical sum to drop on a moment's notice.