Warehouse conversions, abandoned retail strips, half-dead apartment complexes.
Richard had tolerated it for years because Isaiah’s other deals more than compensated.
But after the Thompson deal closed for twelve million dollars, Richard walked into Isaiah’s office after the board meeting, shut the door, and finally said what the whole executive team had been circling around.
‘How long are you going to keep doing this to yourself?’
Isaiah did not look up from the acquisition packet in front of him.
‘Doing what?’
‘Pretending those properties are just properties.’
Richard had known him for eleven years, long enough to understand when a conversation mattered more because Isaiah wanted it to end.
He moved closer to the desk and lowered his voice.
