Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“The concrete pour is always on Tuesday, Robert.” Her voice had lost the soft, inviting warmth she had used during breakfast. She stood completely still, her gaze fixed on my collar. “We booked this travel three weeks ago.”
“The audit letter arrived this morning,” I said, lying with the same even rhythm I had learned from decades of public hearings. “The penalty is twelve thousand dollars a day if we do not produce the payroll records.”
She reached down and slowly twisted the emerald ring on her left hand, spinning the green stone around her finger twice. “This is about your business partner, isn’t it? Brandon is still whispering in your ear about the reserves.”
“Brandon is doing his job,” I said.
“Your job is this family,” she said, her voice dropping into a register I had never heard her use before. “You have been looking at me like I am an intruder in this house since the day you came home from the hospital.”
“I am trying to keep the company from falling apart,” I said.
