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A Turn in Fortune
One surprising turn deserves another
The chairman of the Crowe Power Company would seem to have it all: a storied name, a vast fortune, a global business empire, and a lifestyle that includes homes around the world and a private jet to take him wherever he’d like to go. All L. Robertson “Robbie” Crowe III lacks is respect.
When Walker B. Hope, the executive who turned around the Crowe family’s failing business, is hailed on the cover of Fortune Magazine as possible the best CEO in America, Robbie spirals into a jealous rage, setting in motion a power struggle that will leave only one of them standing.
There’s more than one turn in fortune in the story, including a stunning conclusion that suggests their war is far from over.
Where the story happens
A Turn in Fortune is set largely in New York City, with excursions to the Hamptons and Detroit.
Here are some of the sites featured.
Broad Street
(Between Wall Street and Beaver)
This is where the Crowe Power Company is headquartered. It is home to the New York Stock Exchange, as well as several fictional companies featured in movies from the Fifties, including “Sabrina” and “Executive Suite.”
[Robbie describing his ordeal with protesters]
“We had protesters down on Broad Street this morning. Angriest mob I’ve ever seen in my life. They were beating the hood of my car, Marty. Threatening my life! If I hadn’t slid down in my seat so they couldn’t see me, they would have dragged my ass out on the street and beaten me like a piñata.”
Upper East Side
Robbie Crowe’s primary residence is on East 67th Street near Fifth Avenue on the Upper East Side, less than a block from Central Park. It’s one of the richest neighborhoods in the city, if not the world. Homes here can run in the tens of millions of dollars.
[The chairman leaving his house on a beautiful morning]
For Robbie, it was a sign of the apocalypse. As he ambled down the steps toward the idling Cadillac Escalade, he could hardly breathe. All he could feel was an overwhelming sense of guilt over a warming climate that threatened to sauté all these people on their sidewalks like so many fillets of trout.
Battery Park City
This quiet residential neighborhood hugging the Hudson River in Lower Manhattan is home for Walker B. Hope. It’s a short walk from his apartment here to Crowe Power headquarters in the Financial District (FiDi).
[Walker, at home late at night]
Why, he wondered, were the lights on and the shades drawn in his office over on Broad Street? He picked up his binoculars and adjusted the focus, making out the singular shadow of a figure moving about. The cleaning crew generally finished by 9 p.m. and they never pulled the shades. Who was in there and why?
South Street Seaport
New York’s original commercial hub on the East River has evolved into a neighborhood that mixes historic structures, cobblestone streets and sleek new apartment buildings and restaurants. Natalia lives here in a fourth-floor walk-up.
[Robbie visits the beautiful barista, Natalia, at her home]
Digby headed back down the stairs and Robbie approached the door. He smoothed his hair over and knocked tentatively. From the other side of the door, he could smell jasmine incense and hear sitar music, but no stirring. He knocked again, harder.
Natalia called to him softly. “Door’s open.”
New Street
More of an alley than a street, New Street is the location of rear entrances and loading docks for office buildings on Broad Street and Broadway.
[Directors were dropped off here for a board meeting]
On cue, a black Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the curb with Carlton Lucas sunken into the back seat. His dead weight required the muscle of three security guards to extract him. With a “one-two-three” and a heave-ho, they pushed from behind and pulled from the front to remove him from the car. Tom steadied Carlton on the sidewalk while Winnie greeted him like a long-lost friend.
“Mr. Lucas,” she said, sweetly. “What a pleasure to see you.”
Gotham Bar & Grill
A regular stop for Marty, the iconic Gotham Bar & Grill was one of New York’s best restaurants for 36 years. It closed for business early in the pandemic.
[Marty McGarry, the communications director, met a reporter here for a drink]
Before Marty could order, the bartender scurried over with a chilled Hendricks martini. “Mr. McGarry,” he said, sliding a bowl of mixed nuts across the bar top toward Marty and fluttering his eyes with the special love reserved for regulars. “A pleasure to see you.” He slid the Discover card back to Jim. “Thank you, sir,” he said sympathetically. “We won’t be needing this any longer.”
The Bitter End
The iconic Greenwich Village coffeehouse, nightclub and folk music venue is where Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell and James Taylor used to play in the 1960s and ‘70s.
[Marty McGarry lives in an apartment above the bar.]
He jiggled the key into the lock of his apartment building door, just next to the wood-framed windows of The Bitter End, an iconic rock and roll club whose name captured where Marty was in his life. Inside the vestibule, two long flights of stairs loomed taller than the north face of K2. He grasped the handrail and trudged up the sagging steps, pausing at the landing to catch his breath and restore feeling to his legs. Marty made a mental note: You’re in pathetic shape.
New York Athletic Club
The private NYAC, located on Central Park South, features extensive athletic facilities as well as restaurants, meeting rooms and guest rooms overlooking the park.
[Robbie had a standing date here with his mistress, Maria, on Tuesday afternoons]
Maria stood at the mirror in a monogrammed robe, brushing her hair and glancing at the reflection of Robbie, reclined on the bed, checking his phone, a top sheet draped over the lower-body parts that frequently governed his brain. The day had warmed up as predicted, and Maria opened the door to the veranda overlooking Central Park, hoping a spring breeze might thaw the frosty air inside.
Union League
The oldest private club in the city, the Union League is known for its conservative philosophy and its support for Republican politicians. It was the site of a wedding in the movie, “Working Girl.”
[Robbie meets board member Carlton Lucas at the Union Club to ask for his support]
If Robbie couldn’t win over Carlton, he at least needed to neutralize him. The first step was showing respect by trekking uptown to meet Carlton at the Union League in Murray Hill. There, he found Carlton seated in a large black leather chair in a corner reading Barron’s.
Harry’s
Harry’s, a subterranean restaurant and watering hole in the heart of New York’s Financial District, has been a Wall Street favorite for nearly fifty years.
[Marty meets Walker Hope there for a drink after work, and has one too many.]
“So tell me,” Walker said, “how do you like your job?”
“Oh, man, it’s great.” Graaaaaate.
“What do you like about it?”
Marty rolled his eyes back in his head, thinking. There had to be something he liked.
Hamptons
The Hamptons, a series of quaint communities on the eastern end of Long Island, have long been a summer playground for wealthy New Yorkers who have second homes and beach houses here.
[One of Robbie and Lindsey’s six homes is located on the beach in East Hampton]
(Robbie) had run as far as the house where a woman in a wide-brim straw hat often liked to sunbathe nude in the dunes, only to find her beach deserted. Now, on his way back, he sat down on the sand, out of the path of joggers and walkers, and considered the many ways that everyone was letting him down. Maybe he should just head into the sea and swim out as far as he could, never to be heard from again. How would they all feel then?
Downtown Detroit
The rugged industrial city synonymous with the automotive industry has seen a revival of late in its downtown, where Walker Hope owns a penthouse apartment on Washington Boulevard.
[Robbie’s henchman, Howie-Do-It, spied on Walker on a trip to Detroit]
Howie followed close behind the Escalade on I-94 toward downtown Detroit, slaloming around the speeding semis and pickup trucks. When the caravan reached the stately Neo-Renaissance-style Book Cadillac, Howie pulled in behind Walker’s car and snapped a photo of him entering the building. More evidence!
Cipriani Wall Street
The Financial District’s schmoozers and shakers can dine here and still keep an eye on Wall Street from the second-floor balcony.
[Walker Hope and his hedge fund patron, Moe Klinger, meet here for a strategy session.]
Moe waved his fork. “I’ve seen this sort of thing at other family-run corporations—at least, the bad ones. Somewhere along the way, they lose the plot. They think they’re special because they’re born rich and they have a famous name. They name their kids Homer the Second, or Charles the Third, or Frankie the Fourth—like they’re American royals or something—when they should have named them with fractions, Fred the One-Eighth or Mary the Three-Sixteenths, which would be a hell of a lot more accurate.
Hudson Valley
The verdant region along the Hudson River north of New York City has been a home to many prominent figures in business and politics. Homer Crowe, founder of the Crowe Power Company, had an estate here.
[The family gathered here for their annual meeting]
Upon arrival, guests were offered organic sparkling organic wine from Ollie Crowe Vineyards in Healdsburg, California, and hors d’oeuvres from Understory, a “sustainable” new restaurant in Chappaqua featuring foods foraged from the local woods. The celebrated chef, wearing a cape around his bony shoulders, demonstrated to the delighted guests how they should dig into a massive pile of pine branches to find weeds and snails. He provided safety glasses for those concerned about getting pine needles in their eyes.
“You just have to try the nettles,” gushed Morgan Frontenac, Robbie’s third cousin, as she greeted him with air kisses. “They’re amazing.”
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