Scott took the notice from Jared. He half-smiled and snapped his metal clipboard shut. “You have thirty days to comply. We’ll be out to re-inspect after that.”
They watched Scott’s truck leave the compound from the office window. Peter focused on Jared. “I know you can’t stand the guy, but don’t antagonize him. Really. He can make it miserable for us.”
“He makes it miserable now!”
“No, he doesn’t. It could be a lot worse, so just lower the volume with him.”
“He pisses me off. We work so hard to keep this place running and he tromps around here like studly hung-so-well, making all his noise with his bullshit, getting the cats all riled up.” Jared picked up a rubber baseball and bounced it a few times against the wall. He blew out a long breath and the tension with it. “You’re right. I’ll let you handle him from now on, how’s that sound?”
And if I were a pitching coach, I wouldn’t have to handle this shit at all.
Peter picked up his clipboard. “Fine by me, boss.”