Search for Bamboo

The morning after construction officially began at Beryl District, Ernest discovered something he had not experienced in months.

He was no longer indispensable.

Sunlight spilled through the office windows at Oriel Estate, stretching across stacks of reports and rolled maps scattered over his desk. Outside, wagon wheels rattled over the courtyard stones while workers shouted inventory numbers somewhere near the warehouse. The sounds drifted through the open window before fading into the background hum of the estate beginning another day.

For once, none of it required his immediate attention.

The hydroelectric station had surveyors.

It had engineers and foremen. 

It had road crews, stone masons, timber deliveries, schedules, supply chains, and enough paperwork to suffocate a lesser project.

Construction could continue even if he spent the entire day locked inside his office.