“It feels personal when your people drive through my yard,” Walter said. “When they park with their lights in my windows.” The foreman’s expression softened for a moment, as if he truly understood. “Look, I can ask the drivers to be more careful. But the bigger picture… that’s above my pay grade. Redline makes the calls.”
Walter’s voice cracked with fatigue. “Then tell Redline this is a nightmare. You can’t keep working like this next to people’s homes.” The man exhaled, hands on his hips. “Between you and me, Mr. Briggs, you could make this a lot easier on yourself. Redline’s offering good money. Take the deal, buy a smaller place somewhere quiet. That’d solve everything.”