parentshiftbook Chapter 342 Happy worker looks not at the time
Chapter 342 Happy worker looks not at the time
The solution to the problem of the supervisors at the housing project was fairly simple. And it became apparent even before I had the chance to swing by to pay Fay a visit and forward the mercenary request directly to the headquarters.
The path that I took around the camp, led me straight from the housing development project to the most important part of the entire camp.
A place that would be the king on the board if this camp was a huge match of chess. A location the vitality of which couldn't be overestimated... even though right now it looked like merely a dump for all sorts of construction materials.
The two facts that stood out about this place over most of the other areas in the camp were how all the materials around bore the marks of manufactured origin, and how there wasn't even a single brigade in sight to push the project ahead.
'What the hell,' I thought while squinting my eyes and reaching for my radio.
"High Peter to HQ, High Peter to HQ," I called out, using the call sign Makary assigned to me in some sort of a childish prank.
Apparently high was a military lingo for someone of great importance while using my name allowed me to narrow the precision of the callsign down to just me amidst the sea of people in the camp.
"Headquarters to High Peter, we copy," a voice filled with static reached back from the radio after a short moment.
'Right, everything here that works is taped together with hopes and prayers. It would be stupid to expect good quality communication...'
Holding back a slightly annoyed sigh, I raised the radio back to my mouth.
"I'm currently at the gateway project. And while there's a whole lot of materials around, I can't see a single brigade working on it! Is there some sort of miscommunication? And regardless of why no one is here, we need to put some brigades here right now."
"Headquarter copy, please hold."
Annoyed by the situation before me, I lowered the radio and waited for the response.
The gateway project. The one project that the whole camp was built around. The project that we absolutely had to finish in merely a few hours if we wanted to boost the throughput rate of our logistics.
For the pile of resources scattered over an empty plain was to turn into the house for my stationary gate.
"Headquarters to High Peter, do you copy?"
The voice rang on my radio again.
"Yeah, go on."
In the end, though, even if Fay made some small mistakes, one couldn't blame her for it given the turnover of the reports. The task that only appeared to keep on growing yesterday, when we had a total of six people working on it, was, at the very least, not growing with only Fay and the officer working super hard to manage it.
'Is it them getting used to the task?' I asked myself before opting not to distract either of them when they were so focused.
Making sure not to make even the tiniest noise, I moved a bit down the table to not enter Fay's peripheral vision when I left the cans down on the table.
I promised to deliver her some canned milk, and I've just completed this task. And with my refusal to force Fay out of her state of focus, there was little more I could do around, especially with the rest of my to-do waiting for its completion and Leon's visit looming over my head.
Yet, the very moment I swung around, the high-pitched noise of the bell rang in the air again, announcing it was finally time for dinner.
'Wait, so soon?' Startled by the timing, I pulled out my phone and checked the time... Only to realize that it's been five hours since the waking call!
'Did I really spend that long on just those two projects alone?'
Between talking to the workers on the site and then dealing with the lack of workers on the gateway project site, I would expect that in the worst-case scenario, completing those two tasks would take me two hours, three hours tops. And even all the other distractions that I busied myself with...
'Did I really waste two hours trying to get the canned, condensed milk for Fay?' I thought, gulping down my saliva when I suddenly felt an intense stare piercing my back.
"Don't worry, dear," Fay spoke the very moment I turned around. She had a wide although slightly troubled smile on her lips. "We've decided to push today's dinner an hour earlier, not to mess anything up during Leon's visit."
How did Fay recognize the source of my surprise and then worry at a mere glance? That question, I couldn't even guess the answer that I could properly acknowledge as something possible.
Was it our bond? But I didn't feel her peering into my soul deep enough to actually feel my thoughts over just my raw emotions.
Did she notice me taking a look at my phone's clock? Or maybe she just managed to hit a bulls-eye with her guess?
"Thanks for telling," I responded before stretching my hand out and pointing at the cans, "condensed milk, as promised."
Fay threw her eyes to the side, only for her smile to turn mellow and her eyes to fill with affection when she looked back.
"Then... how about we go and get the dinner together?" Fay suggested while standing up and leaving her workstation.
"Not only we can give all the workers an example of following the timeline..." Fay continued to speak as she got closer and closer, all the way to the point where she pressed her face against my chest, only to wrap her hands around my neck and pull herself up, standing on her tiptoes when she reached with her mouth to my ear.
"And if you want, I might share some of my milk with you."