*Michael*
I stood surrounded by the bones of the framework that would soon be a state-of-the-art spa, clipboard in hand. The hum and whir of construction tools filled the air—a welcome sign of progress—or so I thought.
"Hey, Michael! My wrench is gone," grunted one of the contractors, his brows knitted in confusion. "Swear it was right here a second ago."
"Mine too," another piped up, patting down his tool belt as if the missing tool might magically reappear.
"Keep an eye on your gear, guys," I called out, trying to maintain a sense of order.
All day that day, innocuous things seemed to go wrong. It wasn't just wrenches that were disappearing; it was tape measures, drills, and even a heavy-duty saw had vanished without a trace. Resolving to look into it later, I turned back to my plans, marking off the completed tasks.
