pulled
the remote to his stereo out of her back pocket. "Do this you
mean?" she asked seconds before the most frightening song in the
history of mankind started playing.
" Mmmmbop, mmmbop, mmmmmmbop ," blasted
throughout the room, taking his rage to a whole new
level.
"Don't worry!" she yelled over the
incoherent noise, "I set it to repeat so you don't have to worry
about it ending!" With a wink she left.
He rushed over to the stereo only to
discover to his horror that it was out of his reach. After a quick
search, he discovered that the little brat had taken his cell
phone, his house phone, and his tools.
Oh, Rory James was going to pay for this
shit. He'd make damn sure of it.
Chapter 9
"Where's Connor?" Craig asked as Rory handed
him a crowbar.
"I, um," she had to swallow back a chuckle
and force herself to keep a straight face as she continued, "I
think he's taking the day off."
"Are you serious? The second day on the job
and he's taking the day off?" Craig asked in disgust.
"It's shameful," Rory said, struggling not
to laugh.
"It's bullshit. We have enough to do without
adding supervising his men to the list," Craig said, sighing
heavily as he grabbed a pair of work gloves off the top shelf in
their double wide portable storage unit.
"It won't be that bad," she said, initialing
the order form before tossing it back to Eddie, one of the few
supervisors she had working for her that wasn't blood related. He
looked it over before nodding and heading out to get the supplies
they needed. "Decide which of his men are qualified to help you
with the roof today. Have Sean put the rest to work on gutting the
first and second floor. I don't want anyone working outside unless
they're on roof detail. We don't need accidents this early in the
game," she explained, knowing just how quickly accidents happened
when people swarmed areas that should be kept cleared.
Today and probably for the next few days
they'd work on taking the old roof off. The last thing they needed
was men working on the grounds around the manor where boards, nails
and shingles were going to fall. They'd have a small ground cleanup
crew working the property that was trained to move their asses and
knew better than to take any chances.
The rest of the men would work on gutting
the walls and checking for damage to the frame and while they were
doing that she was stuck with basement duty. She'd been looking
forward to getting to work on the roof, but McGill called this
morning while she was on her way to work and asked if she could
reconfigure the plans for the basement. Apparently after a talk
with his partners, they decided that they wanted to double the size
of the planned wine storage.
Even though it changed her plans for the day
she agreed to look into it today and draw up new plans for the
basement. Having the client call up with changes this early in the
project was not a good sign, but she wasn't about to complain since
it meant more money for Shadow Construction and it made the client
happy, which is what she really cared about since she needed them
to okay her plans this Friday. As long as they allowed her to
design and build the attic suites she'd bite her tongue and nod
when they suggested something that irritated the hell out of
her.
"That sounds fine," Craig said, heading for
the open double doors. "Do you want me to send any of the men to
help you in the basement?" he asked over his shoulder.
She shook her head as she grabbed a
flashlight. "No, I shouldn't be more than a few hours. I'm going to
measure the rooms again and see what I can shift around," she said,
biting back a sigh. A few hours was being optimistic. She had a
feeling this particular project was going to take up most of her
day. "As soon as I'm done I'll come up and help," she promised as
she grabbed her water bottle and headed towards the manor that was
already bustling with activity.
As she made her way through the large foyer
she wasn't at all surprised to find a
the remote to his stereo out of her back pocket. "Do this you
mean?" she asked seconds before the most frightening song in the
history of mankind started playing.
" Mmmmbop, mmmbop, mmmmmmbop ," blasted
throughout the room, taking his rage to a whole new
level.
"Don't worry!" she yelled over the
incoherent noise, "I set it to repeat so you don't have to worry
about it ending!" With a wink she left.
He rushed over to the stereo only to
discover to his horror that it was out of his reach. After a quick
search, he discovered that the little brat had taken his cell
phone, his house phone, and his tools.
Oh, Rory James was going to pay for this
shit. He'd make damn sure of it.
Chapter 9
"Where's Connor?" Craig asked as Rory handed
him a crowbar.
"I, um," she had to swallow back a chuckle
and force herself to keep a straight face as she continued, "I
think he's taking the day off."
"Are you serious? The second day on the job
and he's taking the day off?" Craig asked in disgust.
"It's shameful," Rory said, struggling not
to laugh.
"It's bullshit. We have enough to do without
adding supervising his men to the list," Craig said, sighing
heavily as he grabbed a pair of work gloves off the top shelf in
their double wide portable storage unit.
"It won't be that bad," she said, initialing
the order form before tossing it back to Eddie, one of the few
supervisors she had working for her that wasn't blood related. He
looked it over before nodding and heading out to get the supplies
they needed. "Decide which of his men are qualified to help you
with the roof today. Have Sean put the rest to work on gutting the
first and second floor. I don't want anyone working outside unless
they're on roof detail. We don't need accidents this early in the
game," she explained, knowing just how quickly accidents happened
when people swarmed areas that should be kept cleared.
Today and probably for the next few days
they'd work on taking the old roof off. The last thing they needed
was men working on the grounds around the manor where boards, nails
and shingles were going to fall. They'd have a small ground cleanup
crew working the property that was trained to move their asses and
knew better than to take any chances.
The rest of the men would work on gutting
the walls and checking for damage to the frame and while they were
doing that she was stuck with basement duty. She'd been looking
forward to getting to work on the roof, but McGill called this
morning while she was on her way to work and asked if she could
reconfigure the plans for the basement. Apparently after a talk
with his partners, they decided that they wanted to double the size
of the planned wine storage.
Even though it changed her plans for the day
she agreed to look into it today and draw up new plans for the
basement. Having the client call up with changes this early in the
project was not a good sign, but she wasn't about to complain since
it meant more money for Shadow Construction and it made the client
happy, which is what she really cared about since she needed them
to okay her plans this Friday. As long as they allowed her to
design and build the attic suites she'd bite her tongue and nod
when they suggested something that irritated the hell out of
her.
"That sounds fine," Craig said, heading for
the open double doors. "Do you want me to send any of the men to
help you in the basement?" he asked over his shoulder.
She shook her head as she grabbed a
flashlight. "No, I shouldn't be more than a few hours. I'm going to
measure the rooms again and see what I can shift around," she said,
biting back a sigh. A few hours was being optimistic. She had a
feeling this particular project was going to take up most of her
day. "As soon as I'm done I'll come up and help," she promised as
she grabbed her water bottle and headed towards the manor that was
already bustling with activity.
As she made her way through the large foyer
she wasn't at all surprised to find a
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