Marvin was near his wit’s end: “Mr. Sims, at least give us a rough timeframe. If you suddenly tell us to start tomorrow, where would I find people and equipment on such short notice?”
“What do you want me to do about it? Even I can’t meet with our boss whenever I want. If you’re so capable, go find him yourself.”
Marvin regained his composure, eyeing the phone on Leonidas’s desk: “Could you call Young Master Reynolds and explain our situation? We’re truly in a bind.”
“He’s not in the office, so who do you want me to call? I don’t even have his private number. If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to wait outside his office.”
Leonidas shook his head, closing the file and tossing it aside. The monotony of recent weeks had started to wear on him, too.
“Let me be blunt with you: our bos
