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Chapter 53 – Robert Delaney (Ansel Conrad POV) Pt. 3
"Did you know that there is acreage to the right of what you've purchased for sale?" Angela asks, pointing it out. "Right now," she shows me the land I had, the houses already built, though nothing like what Samson had faxed us.
North of Asheville, the land started from low slowly going towards high elevation. The main house, I had assumed would be a property that overlooked the city below.
Surrounded by greenery, with plenty of privacy and hidden land that had yet to be developed. We would have no neighbors, unobstructed views of the mountains not to mention the unique finds the land possessed.
"We do not need more," I start saying but Angela, shakes her head quickly, "No, no, look. Okay you have the elevated land Ansel, but the acreage to the right of yours," she pulls her laptop towards me.
Her screen is plastered with various images, opened documents, browsers overlapping but Angela points to one picture in the upper left hand corner, "From your notes, this is the type of production greenhouses you're interested in building," I lean forward taking in the block long connected greenhouses, surrounded by towering foliage.
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I scan the image with an observant eye, the visual aid helping create the ultimate end product. Nine lined up production houses, however, seemed just a bit too much.
"I know what you're thinking," Angela says instantly, "it's a lot, but from the schematics I pulled up," she pauses doing so, showing me.
"Okay, so we have the plans that Samson sent us," I nod, "I think this system would work for us Ansel, because again, if it comes down to what you've said," Angela speaks almost in code as though Peter may understand.
We had remained at the front of the bus, everyone letting Angela and I work, murmuring around us.
"With the right equipment, we can manage these eight to grow what is needed climate control wise. You already know that not all things flourish in the same climate, with these eight we can grow what we need too."
I glance at her plans, still unsure that we needed the amount of greenhouses that the picture held. Especially when considering the group of people we had with us.
"How do you plan to manage this though? Nine greenhouses, each double the size of this bus we're on. Sure we can keep the right temperatures in the production houses, but when it comes time to pick what we've grown, how do we go about that?"
Peter again proves that he's listening.
"You don't work, you don't eat," he says shrugging. Angela, always one to turn smug quickly, nods, her light brown eyebrows lifting, expression screaming, 'exactly!'
