Chase POV
"There that should satisfy you" Wilson grumbled, shooting off the message and shooting me a disgruntled look "Perhaps now we can get back to work, that is if you're able to focus on it?" he suggested wryly.
I grinned as we walked towards the factory, both of our heads bent low to the ground. We were taking a risk in visiting today, but we had it on good authority that a certain Mr Marks would be able to give us a tour if we were to make ourselves available and I was not about to miss out on this chance.
A man in his mid-thirties or so stepped out of the building, handing us high-vis vests and safety helmets, before glancing down at our footwear and nodding impressed. "You listened to my recommendations then," he said plainly relieved.
"Would have been stupid not to" I said
