Robert Mitchell was fifty-eight years old and had built a multi-billion-dollar construction empire from nothing. Luxury high-rises in New York. Commercial towers in Chicago. Resorts in Miami. His name was etched onto skylines across the country.
People didn’t admire him.
They feared him.
He wasn’t known for kindness.
That Tuesday afternoon, Robert had been seated at the best table in the restaurant with his business partners, Thomas Reed and Mark Sullivan, negotiating a $50 million contract. On his left wrist gleamed the watch he always wore—a solid gold Patek Philippe, dark blue dial, custom engravings that caught the light even in the restaurant’s soft glow.