Favorite Blog: 40 INCH PLUS 40INCHPLUS.COM is about the crooked line in my drawing Daniel, I had every intention of fixing it this afternoon; I had some messages to attend to first. I've really been neglecting the rest of my work for this project," I admitted, hoping I sounded braver than I felt.
Daniel sat at his desk, leaving me standing across from him. "It's not about the drawing, Clara," he said stonily.
Once again he'd left me wondering what was coming next; I didn't like the feeling of uncertainty, but nothing in Daniel's expression gave his thoughts away.
"Is this about the weekend Daniel? Because I don't feel I have anything to apologize for," I stammered.
Daniel ran long fingers through his greying hair. "Jesus Clara, this isn't about the fucking weekend either; it's not always about you."
I stood speechless, watching Daniel's facade crack slightly and a small modicum of apprehension seep through; getting him to open up was akin to pulling teeth. "What's going on Daniel?"
"I spent the morning on the phone with City Hall. They're not giving us a building permit for the Kendall project." Frustration rang off every word.
"Building permit? Daniel, we don't even have the plans done," I said with a sigh.
"I submitted with my preliminaries; I hate waiting for the bureaucratic bastards to make up their minds. They know a final set is coming, but still they said no."
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