Davis'P.O. V.
"Set it up right. I don't care if it takes longer, it needs to be safe, not just put up," I scolded one of my newer workers, who seemed to be skipping steps while setting up the rings. The last thing I need is one of my fighters getting hurt because the thing collapsed under them. Especially if that fighter is my Lisa.
"Sorry, boss. I'll train him right," Gage promised, slapping the new worker on the head.
I hired him at the behest of Gage, apparently the guy was his nephew or something. He needed a job desperately, so I trusted Gage's judgment, but perhaps I shouldn't have. Hard to draw a line with family, I have noticed.
"She's ready, Dad." Izzy came out of the back of the warehouse with a smug smirk on her face.