Serial 2
Destiny, Carson’s daughter, was the one who took the call from Everett at the main office.
“No Everett he’s unavailable at the moment,” at least, Destiny decided, unavailable to him. If she wanted to take over this company she had start better doing it and the sooner the better.
“Now what do you need this time?” she asked a deliberate sense of annoyance in her voice.
Everett ground his teeth together before he spoke, there was a reason he called the main office as little as possible and she was it.
Destiny couldn’t stand the whole construction work end of things. Clearing out abandoned buildings, making room for skyscrapers, that was old, everyone did it. Mall construction and trendy boutique areas, that would be the kind of construction Destiny would look for when she had old Carson’s job.
“Well there’s been a tie up at the Dock Side project…”
Destiny let out an exasperated sigh. “Can’t you take care of it? That is what we pay you for right?”
Everett clenched his fists and continued. “I already did Destiny, the police will be arrivin shortly.”
“The police! Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit? Do we really need to involve them? You know what the press will do when they get wind of it. They’ve already had a feast on the bidding process.”
It was ten o’clock in the morning and Everett’s head was already pounding, like it had been since the project began. Destiny only added to the headache. “Look if you can find a quieter way of notifying the police about a body, then I’d love to hear it.”
“A body? Where?”
“In the building we were about to demolish!”
“Well just deal with the police and get them out of there as soon as possible. Tell them no sirens when they leave, understood, NO SIRENS! I’ll send our security and instruct everyone to talk only to the police and answer a question when they are specifically asked one.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I hate this job, Everett thought as the sirens wailed closer.
Carson Davis meanwhile, had stepped off the plane into the lobby. At 65, with gray hair he still considered himself trim for his age. He checked his Timex and thought he might have time to stop at the Dock Side project before reporting to his office. Forthmire Construction and Design, named after a character he once read in a novel.
After all these years it still sounded sweet to say his company’s name. The one he had grown from that sixth grade dream. Back then it was nothing but a fantasy, like that book he remembered..
Things had sure changed from then. He had grown up the hard way in a hard family, an now had a family of his own with 5 children, four in the business, he had all he needed or so he thought, on this bright sunny day.