Cap 5
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After Old Man Shem's burial and the mourning period, Maven returned to work at Clifton Homes. He still wore the key necklace around his neck—a quiet reminder of his dear friend. Yet, he hadn't given much thought to returning to the post office to try the key again. Work and the bonds he was forming at Clifton Homes kept him busy.
Maven had made many friends at Clifton Homes, all of whom respected him. He shared a particularly close bond with Caleb, a skilled worker and his best friend. Caleb was always there to lend a hand, and their friendship grew stronger with each passing day.
Maven felt content with his life—he had a good job, great friends, and a sense of purpose. Old Man Shem's memory remained in his heart, but Maven didn't feel the need to chase the mystery of the key. He was moving forward, and life was good.
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One afternoon, during their break, Maven and Caleb noticed a beautiful lady walking around the area. Her elegance drew the attention of every worker. Caleb nudged Maven and nodded toward her.
"Mr. Single Life," Caleb teased, "go and try your luck."
Maven glanced at her and hesitated. "She looks like she comes from a rich family. I don't think I'd fit into her world. I'm just a simple guy."
Caleb shook his head. "Love has nothing to do with riches. You're going for love, not money. There's no harm in trying."
Maven felt intimidated by her poise and his worn-out clothes. Yet, Caleb's words lingered in his mind. As he watched her again, their eyes met briefly. A spark of curiosity—and perhaps hope—flared within him.
When the lady drew near, Caleb stepped forward. "Miss, do you need any assistance? Let my foreman help you," he offered politely.
The lady smiled. "No, I'm just observing the stages of my father's company."
Caleb and Maven exchanged a shocked glance. "Your father's company?" they echoed.
Caleb quickly recovered. "We weren't worthy to ask, miss. Sorry," he said, and they retreated, trying not to draw attention.
Once out of earshot, the two burst into laughter.
"We're building her father's company, and we didn't even know it!" Maven chuckled.
Caleb grinned. "I guess we're just small-time workers to her."
Maven shook his head, still smiling. "A good reminder of our place."
Yet, beneath the laughter, Maven couldn't shake the feeling that their lives had intersected with something much bigger.
Later that evening, just before closing time, tension erupted at the site. Engineer Martin accused Maven of allowing workers to block the lane's two exits, claiming it was Maven's fault.
But Maven shot back
"I told them not to! I even called you, but you dismissed my concerns and called me a loser!, "You're just trying to shift the blame."
The argument escalated as Engineer Martin threatened to deduct the cost of rework from Maven's pay—and even material costs. Maven refused to back down. Caleb watched anxiously, knowing the stakes were high.
"You need to know your place when talking to me," Martin sneered. "I could fire you right now."
"Do you think I'll back down?" Maven asked firmly.
Martin's expression turned cold. "You have one option: apologize, and I'll spare you… but you'll still pay for the mistake. Refuse, and you lose everything."
Caleb intervened. "I'll apologize on behalf of my friend. Deduct the cost from both our paychecks," he said.
Martin shook his head. "Apology not accepted. I said him, not you."
Caleb persisted, "We all know you're at fault, but I'm trying to reason with you. Is this personal?"
Martin's smile widened. "I want everyone to see the so-called Maven, leader of Team A, begging for his job."
Anger and humiliation surged through Maven. Caleb sensed that Martin's motives were deeper than a workplace dispute.
Caleb called on the team for support. "Everyone knows we're the best construction team at Clifton Homes. Losing us will cost the company a lot. We don't just work—we promote our projects for free on social media."
The team nodded and spoke up, sharing their value to the company. But Martin remained unmoved. Instead, he sneered, "You think you're special? Everyone here is indebted to the company. You're all just worn-out workers struggling to make ends meet."
The team's morale sank as Martin's words cut deep. "You think you're indispensable? I can replace Team A in a heartbeat. You're not as special as you think."
Now he demanded the entire team apologize. As he counted, most workers reluctantly knelt, leaving only Caleb and Maven standing.
"Authority," Martin sneered, eyes gleaming. "You're trying to prove integrity, but the poor must obey to eat. Your dignity is nothing."
As he raised his voice to count to three, a sudden, commanding voice rang out:
"Stop!"
The interruption froze Martin mid-count. He turned sharply, his expression darkening.