Employees called him fair, demanding, and unreadable.
He had made his money in redevelopment and strategic acquisitions, the kind of work that turned neglected parcels into glossy prospectuses and old brick into investor language.
He was good at seeing what something could become.
He was less skilled at deciding what he himself should become once he had won.
He kept buying property in South Chicago long before it made much business sense.
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.
