At exactly 9 AM, Andrew arrived at the construction site. Just as he was changing into his work clothes, he spotted Dorothy.
"What the hell are you doing here again?" he asked.
"Andrew, we need to talk," she replied.
They moved to a more private spot. Once they were sure no one was around, Dorothy pleaded with urgency, "Please, help me. I have to clear my father's name."
Andrew sighed, rubbing his forehead, looking exasperated. "I told you already, I'm not getting involved. You need to respect that."
"But you're the only one with the evidence to take them down." Dorothy's eyes were filled with desperation. "Andrew, do you really want to let those bastards walk free?"
Andrew frowned and turned his back to her. "I'm sorry, Dorothy. I can't help you."
Dorothy wouldn't let up. "You're d
