Chapter 14

Catherine

At eight thirty there was a knock on the doorframe of my temporary office. In the doorway stands a man in his late forties or early fifties. What little remains of his dark hair is peppered with gray. He has a bushy beard in his tan and wrinkly face. His dark chocolate eyes are shining with a deep happiness. This man has a good life and he cherishes it.

“Good morning, Dr. Ross. My name is Jacob Lucas. I am the construction manager. Mr. Peccati said you had a job for me and my guys.” He gives me a radiant smile and I smile back at him.

“Yes. Indeed I have! More or less the whole clinic needs fixing. But the operating theater is in dire need. I want it done before I have to use it again.” I walk towards him and he steps away from the door to let me by. We go through the room I plan for staff to prepare in. “This room will be a prep room for staff so it has to be all tiles and a large sink with several taps along that wall. On this side I want cupboards built to store clean scr