The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 493

After a short pause, Kent gave Brandon a puzzled look, "Why the switch? This construction crew has been working with the company on several projects; they've always been on the ball, and the folks are as reliable as a Swiss watch, Mr. Crawley, got any cold feet?"

Brandon shook his head, "Can't quite put my finger on it. I'm flying blind with the info I've got, wouldn't want to jump to conclusions. But if there's smoke, there's probably a fire. Instead of wasting time beating around the bush, I might as well nip it in the bud and swap them out."

"But we're supposed to pour the bridge piers in a couple of days. I'm afraid we won't make the cut if swapping crews now." Kent frowned with concern.

Brandon glanced at him, "Nobody's holding a gun to your head to get it done in two days, why the rush to pour the bridge piers then?"

"The psychic said it's the perfect time." Kent hesitated; he’d been a bit superstitious about these big construction deals, "I'm worried missing the auspicious hour might jinx the project or even the company's fate or something."

Brandon eyed him, "With that logic, are we supposed to consult the almanac before breaking ground on every building?"

Kent said nothing.

Brandon stood up, and patted Kent's shoulder, "The groundbreaking ceremony was already set for a lucky day, just keep your shirt on. If you're really spooked, I'm not against sticking to the schedule, but the crew's got to go. That's set in stone."

"Roger that," Kent acknowledged, "I'm on it."

"And another thing," Brandon added after a thought, "send me the details on the failed bridge pier pouring, including the survey results from the scouting team."

"Will do."

With that, Kent turned on his heel and left.

He forwarded all the project related documents to Brandon.

Brandon went through the info with a fine-tooth comb and didn't spot any red flags; the hydrological and geological conditions were all thumbs up.

No issues with the building materials either.

The crew's skills were up to snuff too.

Just like Kent said, they had teamed up with Starlight Group on a few gigs, which was a top-notch construction crew by all accounts.

Looked like there was no scientific explanation, barring any hocus-pocus.

Brandon furrowed his brow.

"Shoot me the profiles of the,construction team." Brandon hit Kent's intercom button.

"Got it."

Kent sent over the crew's details in a jiffy.

The profiles included a rundown of each member's work history.

Jerry, the foreman, was a Zion City local, country boy, not much for books, who’d been working the sites since he could remember, and over thirty years under his belt, had climbed the ladder from grunt to foreman; he was stable gigs with Starlight Group in recent years, solid work, good rep.

His crew, judging by their resumes, were seasoned pros as well, all from Jerry's neck of the woods, and it seemed there wasn’t anything fishy.

Brandon frowned again.