Page 68 of Possess

“I can come back if you’re busy.”

“No, come on in. I have a feeling you’re here about Starr?”

“Yes.” She sat down on the chair in front of Wes’ desk. “I issued paperwork to have them fined.”

Wes sighed. “What did you find?”

“It’s more what didn’t I find.” She handed the files over to Wes and watched as he flipped through them.

“What a mess,” Wes muttered.

“It is. I don’t know what Rudy was doing, but it wasn’t work. They’re using sub-standard materials, are out of code on most of their projects, and they refuse to correct the deficiencies. Today, I was patted on the head and told to be a good little woman and go back to my office. That men can handle the work.”

“What?” Wes bellowed.

“I don’t know what century the Starr owner is in, but I sort of let him have it.” She wasn’t proud she lost her temper, but she’d had enough.

Wes raised his eyebrows. “As long as we’ve worked together, Allyson, I’ve never seen you lose it.”

“I did today. I’m sure he’ll be calling to complain.”

“Let him. I’ll handle it. Are these all the Starr jobs you have?” He patted the files.

“Yes.”

“All right. I’m transferring all the Riggs Construction jobs back to you. You might need to talk with them to find out where everything sits until I can get the records from Rudy.”

“So the bosses upstairs finally figured out what is going on?” That had only taken a month, but it was more than enough for her.

“No.” He spread his hands out indicating everything on his desk. “And I can’t talk about it at the moment. All I can say is several things have been brought to my attention, and I’ve done some checking.”

“Okay.” She stood. “I’ll be in my office getting up to speed.”

Allyson spent the next few hours going over what was in the files of the jobs she’d received back. There was a lot to catch up on.

Her cell rang. She answered it. “Hello.”

“Hey, honey,” Zeke’s voice was cheerful.

“Hi.” She sat back in her chair. “What’s up?”

“Well, I was wondering, since it’s Friday, if you wanted to do dinner and maybe come to Wicked Sanctuary with me?”

Allyson thought for a minute. “I’d love to.” There was silence on the line. “Zeke?”

“I’m still here. I think you surprised me.”

She laughed. “Glad I can still do that.”

“We’ll talk over dinner.”

“Okay, but what kind of dress code for the club?” She knew they had one.

“No jeans or sneakers. Whatever you wore to the play parties should be fine.”

Allyson thought. “Okay. Should I meet you somewhere?’

“Come to my house. I’ll drive us.”

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