Marjorie’s face lost all color.
$200,000 for environmental cleanup.
$400,000 for emergency utilities.
18 months of delays killing her development contracts.
She stood up, her composure completely shattered.
“This whole situation is blown out of proportion!” she yelled at the crowd. “Roman was obstructing legitimate community development! His bridge was old and dangerous!”
That’s when I stood up.
The room fell dead silent.
I walked to the microphone, carrying my grandfather’s original 1923 blueprints.
“Commissioner Haynes,” I said, unrolling the century-old engineering drawings. “My grandfather built this bridge to last centuries. He included utility corridors specifically to support future community growth.”
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