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Juggling the boxes he held, Leigh Masters unlocked his bookstore, Masters' Pages. He grimaced at the sight of the boarded-up front windows, which would usually be showcasing his store logo and an eye-catching display he had created to entice customers in. Leigh pulled open the door and stepped inside. He took in the construction equipment and other paraphernalia that the guts of his business had become. Then he gazed at what used to be the wall of the store next door.
Over a year ago, Leigh had purchased it to expand his business. He'd cashed in some investments to pay for the space and the renovations-thankfully he hadn't had to get any loans. After so many years of hard work he owned the building his store was housed in and he wasn't about to put it in hock again. Once he had the expansion space, he'd worked tirelessly with the company he'd hired to create his new, expanded store, as well as the living quarters he used above. Finally, when he had a design and when it was feasible, he'd closed the store down to get everything done.
Leigh walked to his front counter, which usually held a register. Now it was devoid of anything. Leigh slid the boxes onto the surface. With the combination of the two spaces the store would be much larger, so in the new design he would be having a few more counter-style checkouts put in. Leigh turned, scowling at the silent room. His contractor and his crew were absent again-as they had been for the last two weeks. Frustration filled him. He'd called the man and got nothing but excuses. He'd gone by his offices and again been assured that they would be there in morning and not to worry, the construction would be finished on time. Yet the next morning, it hadn't happened. The last few times Leigh had called, the man hadn't even answered his phone and neither had the secretary. Leigh pulled out his cell phone and dialled the number again. He readied himself to leave another message.
He almost dropped the phone when a voice answered.
Recognising that deep baritone, Leigh launched into what he had to say. "Mr Snipes, this is Leigh Masters. Your promises of getting my store ready to schedule have been false. No work has been done for over two weeks. Either get your crew here-today-or I will be contacting my lawyer about the violation of our contract. As well as finding someone else who is competent for the job. Today, Mr Snipes." Leigh hung up.
He immediately dialled again to his lawyer's office.
"Windsor Broadhurst's office. How may I help you?"
Leigh made an appointment to see Windsor and hung up.