*Lucas*
I arrived at the site just as dawn was breaking, greeted by the sun bathing the sky in soft shades of pink and orange. Despite the early hour, there was no time to waste. Michael Astor, a man of action, had invested his own money into rebuilding without waiting for the slow insurance claims to pay out. He entrusted me with leading this effort, and I was determined not to let him down.
As I made my way through the construction site, the gravel crunched under my boots. The crews worked diligently, and I couldn’t help but laugh. They scurried around like ants rebuilding their colony. The morning air was crisp, and my breath formed silent clouds amidst the sounds of hammers and saws. I felt a deep sense of purpose in this environment. It felt like this was where I belonged.
I checked in with each team, listening to their progress reports and offering solutions when needed. Jim, a seasoned worker, called out that they almost finished clearing debris from the west wing.
