One of the nearby workers quickly adjusted it, pressing the marker firmly into the ground while Riley made a note on her clipboard.
They continued in this fashion, moving from one section to the next, ensuring that each marker was correctly positioned before the next phase of construction began.
Ethan glanced up at the surrounding workers.
After another thirty minutes of careful checking, Riley straightened up and exhaled. "Alright, that's the last one. Everything should be good now."
Ethan dusted off his hands. "So, now we drill?"
Riley nodded. "Now we drill."
The foreman, having observed their work, signaled for the drilling team to begin.
The deep rumble of the machines starting up sent vibrations through the ground as the massive drills lowered into position.
Ethan and Riley stepped back, giving the workers space as they prepared to create the holes where the first support pillars would be placed.
The sound of tal grinding against stone filled the air, accompanied by the occasional shout from the foreman directing the teams.
The dust thickened quickly, and Ethan raised his arm to shield his face.
"Remind why I don't just sit in an air-conditioned office while all of this happens?" he muttered.
Riley smirked. "Because you're stubborn and want to make sure everything's perfect."
Ethan let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Sounds about right."
After a while, the foreman gave a signal, and the drilling slowed to a stop.
The ground now had multiple deep holes, ready for the first structural supports.
Ethan stood with his arms crossed, watching as the workers continued setting the underground supports into place.
The deep holes they had drilled earlier were now being reinforced with steel rebar, carefully lowered into position by teams working in sync.
The process was thodical — each support had to be perfectly aligned before being secured with concrete, ensuring that the underground foundation would be strong enough to hold the massive structure above it.
Beside him, Riley had taken it upon herself to explain the process, speaking over the occasional noise of machinery.
"So, these reinforcents act as the skeleton for the foundation," she said, gesturing toward the workers. "They help distribute the weight of the entire building evenly, preventing cracks or collapses over ti."
Ethan nodded as he listened, his eyes following the movent of the workers. "Makes sense. If the foundation isn't solid, the whole thing falls apart."
"Exactly." Riley shifted her stance and pointed at one of the workers securing the steel rebar. "Once the supports are properly positioned, they'll pour in concrete to lock them in place. It needs to set before we can move on to the next phase, but once it hardens, it'll be nearly unbreakable."
Ethan exhaled through his nose, watching as the workers maneuvered the heavy materials into place with ease.
He had to admit — he admired their efficiency. Every move was purposeful, every motion practiced. These guys weren't just here to do a job; they were craftsn in their own right.
Still, construction wasn't exactly his area of expertise. He trusted the professionals to handle that part.
"So, when does all of this actually start looking like a building?" Ethan asked, a small smirk on his lips.
Riley chuckled. "Patience, boss. Right now, we're just making sure it doesn't collapse before we even build it."
Ethan huffed a small laugh and took another sip of his drink.
The sun was creeping higher in the sky, and the heat had started to settle in. Even with the occasional breeze, the warmth was becoming noticeable.
So of the workers wiped sweat from their brows as they continued, the sound of clanking tal filling the air.
A few minutes later, the foreman signaled for a pause. The workers straightened up, dusting off their hands and stretching their backs.
"First break of the day," Riley noted.
Ethan arched an eyebrow. "That soon?"
"They've been at it for hours already," she reminded him. "Construction work isn't easy, you know."
Ethan didn't argue.
He knew physical labor wasn't sothing to take lightly. He may have been used to working long hours in offices, but these n were out in the sun, moving heavy materials, drilling, and setting up structures that would last for decades.
That kind of work took stamina.
Surprisingly, the foreman had co prepared.
Several coolers were opened, revealing bottles of cold water, sports drinks, and so snacks for the crew.
The workers gathered around, so sitting on nearby concrete blocks, others standing in small groups as they took their well-earned break.
Ethan watched as they exchanged stories, so laughing, others simply enjoying their refreshnts. It wasn't like business where people were trying to get sothing out of you whether it be personal gain, or to improve their industry. Here? These guys were actually close, working together toward a shared goal.
Riley handed him another drink from the cooler. "You sure you don't want to sit down?"
Ethan took the bottle but remained standing. "I'm good."
She shrugged, sitting on the edge of a concrete slab herself. "Suit yourself."
He cracked open the bottle, taking a deep sip before glancing back at the site.
Even though they were taking a break, he could already see so of the workers eyeing the unfinished sections, ntally planning their next steps.
"This foreman of yours," Ethan said, nodding toward the man. "He seems to know what he's doing."
"He does," Riley agreed. "He's been in the business for decades. He's one of the best at handling underground foundations. He's done a lot for progressing businesses in the city,"
Ethan humd in approval.
That was exactly the kind of person he wanted running this project — soone experienced, soone who didn't cut corners.
After a while, the foreman clapped his hands together, signaling for the break to end.
The workers stood, stretching their arms before getting back to their positions. It was ti to continue securing the foundation.
Ethan watched as the process resud, the workers moving with the sa practiced precision as before.
Progress was steady. So far, so good.
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