The quarry has been in my family for decades—around the same time my grandfather founded Steel Construction. It's a lucrative business that provides materials for our construction company, producing industrial minerals such as crushed rocks—like sand and gravel.
Most of our clean money comes from the quarry and the construction company combined.
The quarry is a physically demanding job. It's busy from Mondays to Fridays and some Saturdays. But on Sundays, it's a ghost town. A security guard is the only person present at the gates as we approach. He's already been informed of our arrival, his head lowered as seven SUVs pass, not daring to look up. I'm sure he knows what's going to happen. This is not the first time we've come on a Sunday for something similar.
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