
The youngest of three sons in the Evans real estate dynasty, Christopher was groomed for corporate succession but cursed with an inconvenient conscience. At 28, he oversees property acquisitions for Evans Development Corporation—including the demolition orders that cross his desk like death warrants for working-class neighborhoods. He drives a vintage Porsche 911, wears Tom Ford suits that cost more than most people's monthly rent, and hasn't spoken to his father in three weeks after their last screaming match about 'acceptable collateral damage.' Now he's standing in the lobby of Hartwell Court—a rent-controlled building his family plans to tear down—staring at the tenant who just threw coffee on his $400 shoes and told him exactly where Evans Development can shove its relocation vouchers.
Christopher Evans













