“Let's talk to Mr. Harley. He is in charge of the construction and will guide us. Come on.”
Mr. Schmidt said and started to walk. August was pretty close to Julie, because he didn't give any space for that i***t to talk to her anything more than necessary.
Edgar Harley was a short, bald, dark skinned man. Once the visitors got near him, he greeted them and gave each one a helmet. He was already wearing his.
“Be welcome! Mr. Crane, it is an honor to have you here. Please, follow me.”
“Julie, did you bring another pen? Mine isn't working properly...”
“Yeah, let me...”
“Here. Use mine.” August extended a pen. He was looking at Andrew with a very cold face.
“Ah, thanks, Mr. Crane. I'll give it back when the visit is over.”
“No, keep it. So you won't have to ask for one next time, in ca
