"Ronnie, why is there no building orientation data in these files? Where's the solar analysis? The ventilation simulation models?"
"No idea."
"No idea?"
Kenneth's brows twisted into a knot.
"You practically lived on that construction site. How can you not know? What the hell were you even doing out there?"
I let my gaze sweep across the office, slow and deliberate.
"They told me I was just there for show. So that's what I did."
Every pair of eyes that met mine dropped instantly, heads ducking behind monitors, suddenly very busy.
Kenneth faltered, his expression flickering with unease.
"And the design drawings? You didn't include a single one. Send them to me. Now."
I leaned back in my chair, watching him with an unhurried gaze.
"No."
"No?"
His temper was slipping.
"On what grounds? That's a company project!"
I kept my voice even, measured. "You all voted me off the team. Those designs are my personal work. Why would I hand them to you?"
He was practically snarling now. "Your personal work? Without this company, your designs are nothing but scrap paper!"
I nodded. "Sure. Then go design your own. Stop asking me for scrap paper."
"What kind of attitude is—"