Sean tried to focus on the conversation he was having with the mayor of the town. “I’m just trying to figure out why three good men, who obviously needed the money, just up and quit,” Sean said as he sipped his beer. Sean saw the old mayor glance at the men at the bar and shift uncomfortably in his chair. He pulled at the collar of his shirt and looked up at the ceiling fan that was lazily whirring trying to circulate the musty air of the bar. “Señor Brennan, I cannot say why these men would no longer wish to work for you. I can only tell you that I have two more that will start in one week. That is the best I can do. Now, if you will excuse me, my wife has dinner waiting. Let me know if you need anything further.” He downed his drink so fast it nearly dribbled down his shirt. “Buenas noches,” he said quickly and walked out. Sean sat back and let out a deep, disappointed sigh.
