Justin was staring at a field report, comparing it to construction plans, when Stacey leaned in.
Her eyes wide. “Holy shit,” she said. “Zavod’s here.”
“Okay. Relax. He’s just the owner,” said Justin.
“He’s the third richest guy in America!”
A few minutes later Peter Zavod stood in Justin’s office. He did not look how Justin imagined a billionaire would.
“I like to meet the new supers whenever they come in,” he was saying.
“Manager,” corrected Justin.
“I’m your construction manager. I have about a half dozen supers working for me.”
Peter Zavod smiled. “I think I like you.”