Chapter Ten
Cleanse
I got called in to what was known as the Big Office. Glen and his father were poring over a projected work order.
“Hey, man,” Glen said. “You’ve got a requisition here for new bathroom faucets in all the units for Chase Street. Did they all break at once?”
“No,” I said. “Five to be exact. Within three months of each other. I looked up the model type installed there and discovered their working life tends to end anywhere from one to two years after warranty expiration. Which is exactly what happened with those.”
Mr. Sulvor glanced up at me. “So you want to replace them all?”
“That’s right. Head off trouble at the pass. They were all installed at about the same time. If we get them replaced now on one labor bill, and with a new model that won’t be needed to replaced
