[hider=wip]Odin was in the fight of his life. Every urge was screaming at him to do the right thing but the only thing stopping it was a flick of his wrist. He could end it all if he did the right thing. 

"Who you trying to kid? This is a school, don't think we know what you are trying to pull, your figures are all off. You know we ordered three different kinds of steel for different parts of the construction, so why are we being charged for just the one? Don't you dare try to tell me its the wholesale for the cheapest. I can see its retail for the best. You think they wouldn't send the psychic to check this stuff over?"

The construction worker turned three shades whiter as the blood drained from his face.[/hider]