Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
We parked in the gravel lot beside the construction trailer, where the yellow crane stood silent against the pale blue of the afternoon sky. The steel framing of the new building rose four stories above us, its rough pine planks smelling of damp sap and cold sawdust.
We did not go into the office trailer. Instead, we walked toward the unfinished stairwell of the main structure, our boots kicking up small puffs of gray concrete dust as we climbed the steps.
The fourth-floor roof was open to the sky, a wide expanse of gray concrete bordered by a temporary wooden railing. The wind was stronger up here, coming off the plains to the east, carrying the scent of dry grass and coal smoke from the railyard.
Mia walked straight to the wooden railing and put her hands on the cold pine. The sun was beginning to drop behind the city, casting long, purple shadows across the streets below.
“You can see the whole yard from here,” she said, pointing toward the rows of yellow excavators parked near the fence.
