Chapter 6

I ended the call, stretched out, and savored the moment. Life was good.

Letting my right-hand men handle everything while I steer the ship and kick back, watching the cash roll in—now that was the good stuff.

That was what I call living.

Henry came back grumbling, slumped into his chair, grabbed his phone, and called, "Dad, how's it going? Did we get that land in Eastford?

"What? The Spencers upped their offer again? Damn it, let's go all in. Dad, trust me, we're taking this land no matter what. This is our shot to turn things around for the…