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at the guy leaving him. He sure had a way of picking them! At the very least, if the guy only intended to take the money, he could have run out here and told the driver he wasn’t needed. Gage had met plenty of guys just like that one throughout his life. He actually preferred them to the many others he came across. With guys like thick Spanish accent there, it never got messy and always involved a quick, gratifying fuck with money usually exchanging hands. Meaning his money into their hands before they were out the door, never to be seen or heard from again.
    Gage handed the driver another fifty and ran back inside completely drenched from head to toe. He didn ’t look back outside, but slammed the door and twisted the lock in place. No lights lit the gallery. They hadn’t bothered turning any on. He reached over to flip the switch as he squinted his eyes preparing for the glare when nothing happened. No wonder it was so dark! They’d lost electricity or he guessed they had. No way to know for sure in this building. His electrical contractor sucked. A no-show for the last several days and he had avoided all of Gage’s phone calls. It could have just been the electrician’s shoddy work keeping the light off so he glanced back out the front windows and didn’t see any lights down the street.
    As if by some sort of cosmic cue, the electricity blazed to life, throwing the entire gallery into light causing him to squint his eyes for real. When his eyesight adjusted, the sight greeting him caused a chuckle as he stood there several minutes looking around his gallery. He’d spent a lot of time in his adult life in the middle of utter destruction, whether it be manmade or at Mother Nature’s hand. The chaos of this remodel reminded him of those places he’d worked in over the years. The only difference was that here he could visualize the final plans taking shape and coming together just fine.
    As far as he cared, the place looked great , even with the walls newly taped and bedded, scaffolding laying everywhere, broken trim pieces, nails, screws, boxes, and dust covering everything… Yeah, but they were right on schedule. It was all going to be fine. The Art Gallery’s grand opening loomed only a week away. The invitations had already been sent with RSVPs coming in daily. And regardless of how it all looked at the moment, this place would be complete and dazzling within the next seven days, ready to welcome the world.
    Remarkably the only complication in the remodel came with the electrical contractor. He ’d fired him to keep the fast moving, steady pace he’d paid both his arms and a leg to achieve. The schedule didn’t allow for anyone to put them behind. It took less than a few hours to find a new electrical contractor, and this new contractor was young and eager, ready to put the time in to finish this remodel on schedule, starting today, or so he’d been assured.
    Since Gage grew up in a family of construction workers, he knew firsthand how shady subcontractors could be with their empty promises of timeframes and deadlines. It was the main reason he spent every single day and night here, pushing and threatening every worker who came through his door. He required them all to be accountable to him for their portion of the rebuild and he rewarded them when they achieved each deadline. He never lived his life on empty promises and he wasn’t going to allow his art gallery modifications to turn out the same way. At thirty-three years old and already retiring from the only job he’d ever wanted to do, Gage demanded things run on time in order for him to have some semblance of a normal life in his future.
    This gallery was a little risky. He’d chosen to locate in Chicago’s South Side, his hometown, rather than in some trendy part of New York City. The opening of his gallery fell strategically close to the breaking news of his final investigative report. It’s why the push to finish this remodel came so quickly.