Jutin pulled into the work site, still feeling Honor’s last goodbye hug. He exhaled and put on his hard hat.
The exterior structure foundation was complete, despite the extraordinary specs. The mechanicals were all hardened with built-in redundancies. The job resembled the Pentagon more than a corporate HQ.
Stacey appeared next to him and handed him a cup of coffee and his tablet.
He asked, “Anything back from the audit?”
She shook her head. “Nope,” then asked, “What did Zavod say?”
“He said he’s too rich to worry about it.”
He added, “Keep digging.”
She beamed. “Yes, sir.”