“Before Mr Red's retirement, the company was handling the Chicago showroom project,” Erica started to say, and I nodded, because I already read about that.
“The project is behind schedule,” she continued, “if we don't finalize the supply this week, then we might have to move the opening to next month.”
I leaned back. “What exactly is delaying it?”
“Custom fittings and lighting system.” She answered.
My eyes shifted to Drex, but he didn't blink. Still that emotionless look.
“My company can deliver all the materials in twelve days.”
“Twelve?” I frowned. “The contract says ten.”
“Ten is only possible if custom clears early.” His voice was calm. Too calm. “Twelve is realistic.”
“Well, I prefer results over realism.”
That was something I knew Leo would have laughed about. At least a s
