A Tale of Deception

To understand the deadly forces now swirling around Drummond Hall, we must go back to the years Peter Michael Lawrence was a child.

  Born into a working class family, among five children, he was raised by parents who worked hard. His father labored at many jobs, never staying long for one reason or another. His mother cleaned homes for those who could pay her well, but never did.

  Peter hated the insecurity of not having money. His family constantly moved. For him… no house became a home, no friendships could be kept, and no form of security could be obtained. He detested his life and felt powerless to change it. Regret and want grew in his young heart, even though he was loved, had food to eat, clothes to wear, and a shelter to live in.

  At the tender age of fourteen, the desire to be rich pierced his heart and he embraced it with devotion, dedication and determination.

  Taking every opportunity to work, he saved his money, studied hard, and obtained excellent grades, for he knew a good education was one way to prosperity. Scholarships and grants were obtained and by the time he was twenty-six years old, he had achieved his Master’s in Business. A short time later, while working for the Dayton International Investment Banking Group, he passed his exams for CFA (Chartered Financial Analyst), and became a specialist in investment management.

  Peter had grown into a tall, handsome man with a dark complexion, hazel brown eyes and sandy brown hair. Sporting a smart mustache, he kept himself impeccably groomed, wearing stylish business suits. Wherever he went, he dressed the part of the consummate professional, never wearing casual clothing and always presenting himself with wit and confidence.

  If he had grown-up as God intended, he’d have been a kinder more generous man, but instead, the drive for wealth prevented him from experiencing the blessings of giving. His focus remained on attaining all that he could acquire.

  Soon, this hard working, committed, eager financier resigned his job and ventured into the world of finance on his own.

  The new firm of P.M. Lawrence Investments was established. It grew and prospered under his dedication and drive.

  But, the closer he drove himself toward his dream of wealth, the more he left his family behind. They didn’t belong to the class of people he aspired to know. He was ashamed of them and the life he had known, even though they lovingly and loyally helped him with his ambition to succeed.

  They were only the first, in a long line of relationships, paying the cost to his ambitions.

 

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