Dad calmly pointed out that the figure matched the exact estimate approved prior to breaking ground.
He even slid the signed agreement across the table for her to review.
Melissa scanned it for a few seconds.
Then she declared that she simply didn’t believe the labor warranted that kind of money.
Dad kept his cool.
He reiterated that the cost factored in heavy-duty machinery, raw materials, hands-on labor, and close to a week of specialized trade work.
Melissa had zero interest in wading through the specifics.
Instead, she casually reminded Dad that her husband happened to be my boss.
Then she dropped a subtle hint that made my skin crawl.
She suggested I might want to think twice before inserting myself into a financial dispute involving her household.
