Richard
James spreads fingers over a swathe of land marked out on the City Project plans. “So that’s the permissions all in place now on F-site.”
“When can we start work on the area?”
“As soon as the contractors complete the groundwork on E-site. I’m expecting next week for that. Then we can roll them on to the next phase.”
“Sounds good.” I look at my watch. “I think I’m calling it a day. Always good to end on a high note.” James shifts mugs, paperweights and a stapler off the plan, rolling it into a tube. “Care to join me for a drink before you head home?”
He takes a breath. “I would, yes.”
I pour two brandies, keeping them small; we both have to drive; then wave him to a seat by the window, the City spread out below us. “You know, I never get tired of this view.”
James cradles the
