“Seems a bit drawn out.” Full factories have gone up faster than that.
“They’re playing with insurance money, so they fuck around sometimes.”
“Whose crew?” I take another drag, then put it out against the window ledge.
“They aren’t backed by anyone. It’s a rarity in this city, but seems she’s found one.” Boris chuckles.
“That works. One time deal, they need to cut that rebuild in half. The interior gets one week. And quality work, Boris. We’ll pay for extra crew to make it happen, but quality and fast.”
“Got it. I’ll make it happen.”
“And make sure she’s not aware. I don’t want her thinking I’m trying to control things.”
He laughs. “And yet, you are.”
“Shut up and just do what I tell you to do,” I snap. Everyone has a fucking opinion lately, and they’re not shy about giving it.
Another short chuckle. “I’m on it.” He ends the call and I close the window.
Dropping my phone back on my desk, I sink into my chair. I’d close my eyes, but every time I do, I see her. I see her sleeping in my bed. I see her smiling as she climbs the steps in the castle. I see her laughing with her staff behind the counter at her deli.
And every time I witness these scenes, it makes my chest ache, because there is one fact I hadn’t realized. I hadn’t been counting the days.
But she had.