Jordan

Clearing the site for the Ravier project is taking almost the whole day, yet we haven’t really done much. The entire building, including the parking lot, is to sit on ten acres. Despite my helmet, I can still feel the heat from the scorching sun. Since the majority of the workers are taking a break, I could make use of the opportunity to grab a drink as well. There's a restaurant that just opened around the corner.

“Jane, Paul, I want to get something not too far from here. I won’t be gone for long, but if my attention is needed, please call me.” I say as I take off my helmet and dab my face. The sun did not come out to play today, jeez.

“Yes sir.”

In no time, I was at the restaurant. I might also get something to eat because today is Patricia’s free day and she won't be back home until late in the evening. Overhead, some staff at the site praise their steak and rice. A waitress arrives at my table with a small notepad and a pen, smiling.

“What would you like, sir?”

“Any energy drink