“Yes, I understand you believe the delay isn’t your fault, Doug. But Mother Nature’s hissy fit and your warehouse getting flooded in the last storm wasn’t my doing. If the supplies had been delivered by the date on the contract, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. For the third time.” The tires of her Mustang ground over loose rock and dirt as Morgan pulled into the construction site’s cordoned-off parking area, killed the engine, and downed the last of her coffee. Once upon a time she couldn’t blink for hours after drinking her triple-shot latte. These days her Monday fix had as much kick as an arthritic donkey. Appropriate given the paint supplier she’d been dealing with for the last two months was an ass. “I’m not paying for supplies we haven’t received,” she stated. “And if you need confirmation of that, check the contract I signed with your boss last fall.” Just to make sure, Morgan tapped the PDF app on her phone and opened the Johnstone Paint Supplies paperwork.
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