Carter
Sims, it seems, has hired another couple of duds. I like the man, but I don’t know if he’s cut out for managing a build of this scale. As we lean over the blueprints, troubleshooting an old water line that isn’t where the city’s plans said it was supposed to be, I say, “Sims, what do you think of Ericson?”
To his credit, he says, “Hiring him was a mistake.”
I nod. “And what are you going to do about it?”
“Let him go?” He hesitates. “His wife is pregnant. Twins. She’s on bed rest, can’t work.”
That changes things. “Don’t let him go yet. But if he doesn’t come around after you talk to him, he’s going to have to find other work. We’re managing a multi-million-dollar project, not running a charity. Let him know he’s on his last chance.”
“Gotcha.” Sims clears his throat. “You’re a
