The wind was kicking up dust again as I arrived at the site. The heat was dry and suffocating, and it slapped against my kaftan as I stepped out of the car. Isah, the site manager, was already pacing near the front, tapping something on his tablet with that frantic energy he always wore when things weren’t going according to schedule.
“I moved your entire afternoon tasks to tomorrow,” Elliot spoke, tapping into a similar tablet like Isah’s as he rounded the car.
I stretched my arms a little and smirked, watching the high visibility jackets flicker in the sun as I rubbed my temple. “Send my apologies to everyone I was supposed to meet today,” I replied. “Also, don’t act like you don’t enjoy the chaos.”
“I don’t enjoy having to rearrange ten contracts because a building decided to start s
