Right as we stepped off the scaffold and made a move toward the new work zone, Elenora suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. She's staring at a specific spot on the middle floor of the building that happens to be on my left. I have no choice but to mimic her, and for the very first time since we met, I can actually predict what she's going to say.
"What is this man still doing here? How many times do I have to repeat that I do not want uncivilized apes like him on my site?"
The eyes of all three people on the scaffold locked straight onto the same spot. And how could they not? I am currently watching a man with one cigarette dangling from his mouth, and two more tucked behind his ears.
A guy of average height with long white hair and a massive, hulking build is currently working on top of a wooden ladder. Having extended an eight-step ladder by adding three-foot metal profiles just to reach his target, he's currently drilling a hole with a hammer drill.
