The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 478

Halfway through the meeting, Justin and the representatives from Baybrook City voiced differing opinions on the issue of hiring manpower for the rebuilding of Greensborough, and each began to put forth their reasons.

Justin questioned, “Why do we need to outsource the rebuilding works when the townspeople are best suited for the labor?”

“You’ve seen how they practically trampled over one another just to get supplies. We’re talking about a bunch of hillbillies here, and we can’t risk having them stir up trouble when the rebuilding works are underway.”

“Exactly. What if these folks decided to steal building materials from the site?” “The same thing happened at Rushford. Speaking from experience, I think we should outsource the work to a reliable construction company-just to be safe.”

The objections rallied against him made Justin frown, but instead of arguing with them, he said, “Let’s hold off on that idea for the time being until we’ve evaluated the pros and cons.”

All reconstruction works in the disaster zone would begin with the lightest of repairs. Right now, the townspeople were gathered in the east. and pulling in manpower to fix the roofs that had collapsed. Most of them were putting their backs to the job, and not a single one looked to be slacking off.

Frankie pointed out helpfully, “These folks are fixing up their own homes, and they’re incentivized to work together instead of pulling each other’s leg.”

One of the Baybrook City representatives. blinked in surprise at this, then suggested, “Let’s take a look over there, then.”

Frankie fell in step next to Justin to seek confirmation. “President Burton?” “I’m fine with it.” Justin glanced at the time. “Pretty sure we can wrap things up here by the end of the day.”

“That soon? Didn’t you say this will last till tomorrow evening at the very least?” “I made some adjustments. The foundation has agreed to top up the funds required for the rebuilding.”

“Huh. I guess money is king after all,” Frankie muttered. Then, he suddenly thought of something, and he couldn’t resist speculating, “You didn’t make the adjustments so you could go back to Riverdale with Rachel, did you, President Burton?”

Much to his astonishment, Justin hummed in response, readily admitting to the fact. Frankie’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Aren’t you worried that someone might blow the whistle on your jobbery, sir?”

“You’re the only one who knows about this,” Justin said as he eyed his assistant coolly, raising a brow. “Besides, I’m the one who’s funding the sponsorship; the foundation is just a cover. You’re welcome to blow the whistle on me if you’d like.”

A shudder went through Frankie. “I was only joking, President Burton.” It wasn’t really considered jobbery anyway, seeing as the funds were taken out from the foundation for the sake of rebuilding disaster-stricken Greensborough.

The issue of manpower was settled after the attendants of the meeting had gone around assessing the townspeople’s progress. As such, Justin wasted no time when heading back to the house where Rachel was.

The expansive backyard of the community hall was quiet. A path leading up to the house had been cleared, paved with a huge pile of snow on either side. Justin hurried up to the front step, and when he lifted the tarp that fell over the entryway, he caught the scent of food coming from inside the house.

He was just about to say something when he saw Rachel by the stove, asleep with her apron on as she lay slumped against the side of the bed. He let the tarp fall soundlessly over the entryway to block out the slightest breeze, then tiptoed over to the table across the bed. There was food laid out on the table, but he paid no attention to the spread and decided to watch Rachel sleep instead.

He found himself thinking that it was a good thing that she came to Greensborough. She never got to take time off for herself back in Riverdale, and she was constantly surrounded by problems she needed to solve. On top of having to care for two small children, she had to uncover the truth of her grandmother and Hans’ murder; demand justice for her mother; bring Hudson Pharmaceuticals back on track, and take care of her ‘siblings’.

Justin was still feeling sorry for her when he accidentally swept one of the forks off the table. It fell to the floor with a metallic clang that broke the silence in the room.

Rachel snapped awake at once, and she immediately locked eyes with Justin from across the room. Groggily, she asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you were at the meeting.”

“I only just got here,” he answered quietly. “You should’ve woken me up,’ she complained. “How did I even fall asleep?”

“It’s fine. You should get more sleep if you’re tired.” She yawned. “It’s pretty comfy here by the stove, she admitted. “I dozed off as soon as it got warm. Has the food gone cold? I can heat it up for you if you’d like.”