Vanya POV
I walked through the offices of Fredrick Construction, checking on the progress of our latest projects. The company was doing better than it had in years since I had taken over as majority owner. We had new clients, better management systems, and stricter quality standards that were earning us respect throughout Sacramento.
But there was one employee who was becoming a serious problem.
Bernard sat at his desk in the corner office that used to be his father's, looking like he hadn't slept in weeks. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair was messy, and there were dark circles under his eyes that made him look ten years older than he was.
"Good morning, Bernard," I said, stopping at his desk. "How's the Morrison project coming along?"
He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and mumble
