Restoration Update

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“Edward! I have food for you,” Garrett called as he carried in some dinner from Chipotle. “And we have a job! A restoration project in some condo complex.” Garrett didn’t hear anything and he walked into Edward’s bedroom. His best friend was still in his king-sized bed, holding the tiny golden bracelet to his chest. He was curled up in a fetal position, his heart shattered. “Edward Anthony Masen, you get your pasty ass out of that bed and come eat,” Garrett grumbled, pulling on Edward’s arm.

“I’m not hungry,” he answered, his voice dead.

“Look, you jerk. I know you’re hurting, but I got a phone call from an interior designer about this amazing condo off of Seaview. It’s overlooking Puget Sound and would an amazing opportunity for us,” Garrett said. “I need you to help me. Get you smelly ass out of bed and come eat. We can talk logistics after that.”

“First it’s pasty ass and now it’s smelly ass?” Edward questioned, turning away from him. “Regardless, I want to stay in here. What’s the point?”

Garrett grumbled, stomping to the bathroom and turning on the shower. He stomped back to Edward and slung him over his shoulder. Edward squirmed as Garrett carried him to the bathroom, unceremoniously dumping him into the tub, clothes and all. Edward shrieked as the cold water hit his body. “The point is you need to get up and get back in life,” Garrett growled. “You’ve got ten minutes to clean up. Capische?” Edward scowled at Garrett, hating him at the moment. He removed his wet clothes and warmed up the water, scrubbing his sore body. 

Edward's apartment

Edward's bedroom

Seaview Condo Before

Under Construction Update

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“So, when do you want to fly out to visit Bella?” Garrett asked. “Do you want to leave on Christmas Eve, coming back on New Year’s Day or extend our visit?” He was standing in the Cope’s home, looking at flights in the kitchen.

“Shouldn’t you be building something?” Edward asked, waiting on hold with the city to bitch at them regarding some nonexistent permit issue.

“I can’t,” Garrett shrugged. “Construction is on hold until you get the permit issue resolved. We could be out getting supplies for the master bathroom, but I’m afraid to buy anything with Mrs. Cope’s indecisiveness. She gave us the thumbs up for the grey tile, white cabinets and quartz countertops, but she may want travertine, marble and dark wood tomorrow. That woman is going to send us into the poor house with her constant changing.”

“No more after this,” Edward said. “If she wants something else remodeled, we’ll give her name to another contractor. Liam and his crew are just as good as us.”

“Or, we could do it, but not be the project managers,” Garrett suggested. “Daniel has been asking for more responsibility. I think he’s very capable to do it. Obviously, we’d have to okay any plans, but he could run the sites.”

“We do need to promote a few …” Edward trailed off, but someone picked up the line. “Hello, my name is Edward Masen and I submitted several permits for a location on Mercer Island. A building inspector came by and said that there were a few issues. My permits were approved, but the inspector put a stop to our work.” Edward listened as the woman looked up the information after he provided the address and his contact information. “Okay, great. So, he was misinformed? Right, he went to the wrong address. We’re okay. Thank you for clearing that up. I appreciate it.” Edward ended the call. “The guy was at the wrong house.”

Edward and Garrett's Apartment Complex

Edward's Apartment

Garrett's Apartment

Under Construction Teaser

“Don’t you have your own apartment?” Edward deadpanned as his friend took of his shoes and plopped down on the couch.

“I do, but you have food,” Garrett said, giving Edward a sly smirk.

“Why am I friends with you?” Edward grumbled. “You are such a leech.”

“You love me and you love my body,” Garrett chuckled. Edward chucked a kitchen towel at his friend. “We never finished our conversation about visiting Bella or promoting Daniel.”

“The Daniel decision is easy. He should get his own project. That place just around the corner from our apartments. It’ll be perfect for him. We can test him on his decision-making skills and how he handles clients. With as popular as our business is, we need more project managers. I have no issues in creating sketches and designs for these places, but physically trying to maintain them is too much. I also suggest Seth. He’s just as capable as Daniel.”

“Yeah. I’d hate to turn away clients,” Garrett nodded. “A lot of the calls we’re getting are based off the work we did in Bella’s redesigned home. So many people love it and want to mimic it.”

“Speaking of Bella …” Edward said, working in the kitchen to make dinner for them. “I think that we should talk to Bella before we schedule our flights. I don’t know what her schedule is going to be like. She could be in court all day. I don’t want to fly out there and hang out with you in her corporate apartment. I love you, Garrett, but I can only handle so much of you.”

“What? Working with me and sharing the same girl is too much?” Garrett laughed. Edward rolled his eyes, sautéing some chopped beef. Garrett turned on the television, his brow furrowed. “Ed? Have you noticed? Bella seems – I don’t know – off lately. Distracted.”

“The case is a heartbreaker,” Edward frowned. “Obviously, Bella hasn’t said much, but from what I gather, the kid was abused by his birth parents and they refuse to let his foster family adopt him.”

Edward's Apartment

Garrett's Apartment