“We’re reviewing all sub-tier payouts from Project Four,” Nathaniel said.

Arthur walked up until he was standing three feet from Nathaniel, his heavy leather coat open over his dark suit.

“You’re letting sentiment over a former worker destroy thirty years of business reputation,” Arthur said, raising his voice so every foreman could hear every word.

Arthur straightened his silver tie bar with a quick, practiced flick of his thumb.

“I have forty framing carpenters on your main commercial warehouse project right now,” Arthur said, leaning closer.

“If you keep harassing my office staff and accusing me of fraud in front of my subcontractors, I’ll pull every framing crew off your build by tomorrow morning.”