I looked up at the bedroom window on the second floor.

“If I wanted it gone,” I whispered, “how long would it take?”

Nathan looked at his tablet, his thumb scrolling through structural diagrams.

“With a crew of eight, two mobile cranes, and four flatbed trucks, we could have the entire structure dismantled and loaded in four days,” he said.

“Without damaging the modules?” I asked.

“If we’re careful with the crane rigging, yes,” Nathan replied. “The interior finishes might need some minor drywall patching later, but the structural integrity will remain intact.”

“And the legal side?” I asked, turning back to Gloria’s advice.

“I can draft the engineered deconstruction plan,” Nathan said. “Once your attorney gives the green light, we can pull the permits.”

He looked at me, his blue eyes assessing my expression.

“It’s a massive undertaking, Mrs. Miller,” he warned. “It will make a lot of noise.”

“The noise doesn’t bother me,” I said, looking out over the valley.

Later that evening, the front door clicked open.

Richard walked in, his expensive leather briefcase slung over his shoulder.