“You’re not invited to Christmas this year,” my dad sn3pped. “Fine,” I replied, quietly transferring the $8,000 holiday fund I sent him back into my account and canceling the chalet reservation in his name. By morning, I had 31 missed calls — and one message that made me laugh out loud. – Welcome

didn’t know.

But I had an idea.

For eighteen months, Mercer Development Holdings had been quietly negotiating to buy several industrial properties in Fairfield County for mixed-use redevelopment.

Dad had spent thirty years in commercial real estate.

He knew roughly what I was buying.

Six months earlier, he had asked me to bring Ryan into one of those deals.continue reading …