“Have you seen the plates I gave you, Architect?”
David asked me as he entered my office. He is wearing his usual black button-up shirt, tucked in his black slacks. The first three buttons of his top are undone.
He smirked at me when he saw me looking at him. “Are you listening to me, Architect?” He said in his cocky tone.
I pursed my lips in a thin line. “Yes. I’ve reviewed them last night. I have a few comments on the terrace. I think it will be better to discuss it with the engineers later in the meeting.”
He nodded and pulled the chair in front of my table. He’s so shameless. He’s been bugging me since I was appointed as the head of the construction design of this project by the firm. Or I could say that he is trying to lure me in. As if I would, anyway.
“Are you free for din
