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We’re making good time.”
    The two headed down the stairwell to lucky floor number seven.
    “Well, thanks a lot, Sam; now you’ve got my stomach thinking about lunch already.”
    Sam gave Jack a strange look. “You may be hungry, but I’m not anymore. I have a really weird feeling about this floor.”
    “What kind of weird feeling? This inspection is a piece of cake.”
    “Something just doesn’t feel right,” Sam insisted.
    “Tell you what, you can choose right or left this time.”
    “I’ll go right again,” he replied. Man, what am I worried about. I need to just focus on getting the job done and finding something cool. He headed into the first room, not surprisingly; it was pretty much a mirror image of the others.
     
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    What the hell am I doing here on my day off from the office? I have so many things that need to get done. If I don’t help save things, who will?  And Liam was so passionate about being able to make a difference, Rene thought as she stood with the other bank building protestors. She had her sandy blonde hair lightly pulled up and held in place with a bright yellow scrunchy. She was wearing some tight-fitting jeans that accented her flat stomach and cute ass.
    “Liam, do you have any last minute ideas to save the place?” asked Rene in a distressed tone.
    Liam scowled for a moment. “Let’s get the group to cross the street and confront them.”
    “What good do you think that will do?”
    “Maybe none, but we might just be in luck. Do you see that news van pulling up over there? They have probably come to tape the implosion. Let’s give them something else to tape!” Liam cleared his throat and raised his voice so the whole group of protestors could hear. “Ladies and gentlemen, the media has just arrived. This may be our last chance to save the Old Horner Bank Building. Now what I would like everyone to do is follow me across the street and we will confront the Yates Construction Group.” 
    How this was going to fix anything Liam really couldn’t say, but it was better than standing here and doing nothing. Liam cleared his throat again and tried to appear as confident as possible. “Who’s with me on this?”
    There was some mumbling amongst the protestors. One of them questioned, “This isn’t going to get violent or anything, is it?”
    Liam chuckled calmly, “No, no, that’s not what our group is about,” even though he felt like slugging somebody--maybe that smug looking foreman over there. “Come on, everyone follow me, it’s now or never!”
    Liam started across the busy street. Rene was right beside him, and their confidence moved others. A few drivers honked their horns in support as the group passed by.
    The day was heating up; the smell of asphalt being laid a few blocks away was hanging thickly in the air.
     
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    Ron unclipped his two way radio from its belt clip. “How are you guys doing in there, is everything moving on schedule?”
    Jack heard Ron’s booming voice from the radio and his hand quickly snapped it up. “Yeah, we’re doing great in here; everything is moving along nicely. The eighth floor was clean and we are halfway through the seventh.”  Boy, this guy is such a hard ass about staying on schedule. He’s going to have a heart attack before he makes fifty. Hah, what am I talking about, he’s already past old!
    “Great, keep it that way; Ron out!”
    “Ron out,” Jack muttered mockingly to himself. I wish he was out. Out of my way, just let me do my job, remember I’m the hotshot with the big salary. Although, I wonder what Ron makes? 
    Ron intent on getting the job done; didn’t see the band of protestors approaching until they were almost on top of him.
    “We demand that you stop this demolition at once!” yelled Liam into his megaphone.
    What the hell are they doing? This is just great, as if this day hasn’t been hard enough already. Working with a new project manager is enough