I can't swear it's true, but iteasily could be. His son, Glen, who was a total dickhead, parked his carin the middle of a quarry they owned one day. A...truck driver didn't seehim come in and reversed the truck over the car, flattening it. Cecfired the driver, not for totalling the car, but because he hadn't madesure Glen was in it at the time!They had a reputation for bastardry and treating young engineers like meas shit. They only employed us because the modern contract documentsdemanded it, a. ’ Are you shy or introverted?”Stephanie wondered who Susan Cain was. She just shook her head.Danny said, “I’ve often thought she was a little limited in her scope as to why someone might act standoffish. There is indifference and intolerance. Indifference is when you don’t care where you are and don’t see any need to interact with anyone. Intolerance is when there are other places you’d rather be.”“You are using the wrong word,” Stephanie said. “Intolerance is when you can’t stand the place. Kylie recognised Clint from earlier. Her tummy churned unexpectedly as Clint took her hand and kissed her cheek. She really fancied him she thought and the patch between her legs went gooey. Angela had picked up on it too and gave her a wry smile.“Oh, we all fancy Clint, don’t we honey.” Angie smiled at him.Kylie blushed to her roots that her reaction had been so transparent, but Clint just smiled and put his arm around her. The three of them went into a small serving area like a works canteen. I unchained and unlocked the door and opened it. She smiled. “Jacob, I am so glad you are home.” The first thought that come to my head was how did this woman know my name. No one but my mom called me Jacob, to everyone else I was Jake. I invited her in and as she walked past me the smell of cigarettes and beer past my nose. “Can I help you?” I asked, sitting my pistol on the table. She turned to me with a smile, but when she turned, she wasn't the elderly lady, but the young mother whose car.