The money won’t make itself,’ he grounded out through gritted teeth. His anger was short today and he wasn’t in the mood for this. ‘That’s ...ll you care about is money! I’m tired of this. I will not come second anymore. Money and status has got you seriously fucked in the head!’ she yelled at him, her face was turning red with anger as she went on. ‘All you care about is that damn job and that damn briefcase! It’s surgically attached to your fucking hand!’ ‘I don’t have time to hear this. I. "The man closed the door and Harry turned and walked down the path. As he got to the end of the road, however, he heard a woman's voice nearby: "Harry—Harry Potter—Is that you?"He turned towards the voice and was pleasantly surprised to see Arabella Figg, who he had last seen at Albus Dumbledore's funeral, and before that, when she had given evidence for him, when he was charged with using underage magic."Hello, Mrs Figg. I never expected to see you here!" You've grown a bit, Harry. Have you. She figured it was just stress from quitting the job she loved and losing the woman of her dreams."You're not too well. Why don't you go see a doctor?" Luanne recommended.It was one late afternoon and they were both sitting down watching a talk show. "That's what you should be doing too," Christine shot back.Luanne laughed. "We are both stubborn women. But really you are young. I don't want anything bad to happen to you." Fine. I'll go tomorrow to the free clinic. I don't have much money to see. But, 100,000 dollars was a huge discrepancy between the winning and losing tender.Likely the winning competitor was tendering below cost. That wasn't unusual in this cut throat business. A successful tenderer could afford to run at a loss for a couple of years to get established in the area. When the tendering round began again, a sitting contractor always had the advantage - particularly if they'd proved to be competent.At first glance, she couldn't find any area where savings could be made.