The morning after the council meeting, Rex arrived at the construction site for the community center, feeling a new kind of energy. The air was crisp, and the sun cast long shadows over the rubble where the old city hall had stood. He had the blueprints in his hand and a purpose in his heart. The crew was already at work, their hammers and saws a symphony of rebirth. Rex found the foreman, Frank, a gruff but honest man, poring over a schematic.
“Morning, Frank,” Rex said, a genuine smile on his face, looking?”
Frank looked up, his eyes squinting in the sunlight. “On schedule, Mr. Rex. We’ve got the foundation poured for the library, and we’re starting on the framing for the kitchen. Everything’s moving smoothly.”
“Good,” Rex said, looking at the progress. He wasn't just a boss; he was p
