"Mr. Lowe..." the driver started to explain.
Drake cut him off with a kick. "This is trespassing. Do you have a death wish?"
"Mr. Lowe, this wasn't my idea. It was Mr. Houston..." the driver sobbed.
He'd never driven a tractor before, and he just happened to be nearby.
A moment later, Drake heard a car engine pulling up. He pushed past the driver and saw Marion stepping out of the car.
Marion grabbed a sledgehammer from the trunk, and Drake's face darkened.
"Marion, stop!"
"Why? I'm here to fix your door. Saving you money. Isn't that great?"
Marion headed straight to the door.
Drake quickly pulled out his phone, warning, "You touch that door, and I'm calling Debra."
He might not be able to handle Marion, but someone else could.
Sure enough, Marion paused and turned around.
Drake scoffed, "Got ya! Listen up. If you're gonna fix the door, do it right. Otherwise, I'll make Debra pay for it."
Marion tossed the sledgehammer to the tractor driver. "You do it."
"Me?" The guy pointed at himself, his face paling once more.
Debra walked over and handed Drake a credit card. "Take it and fix your door."
She then snatched the sledgehammer from the bodyguard. Marion, worried the heavy hammer might strain the wound on her shoulder, quickly took it from her.
"Let me carry it," he said.
Debra lowered her voice. "See if you'll dare pull something like this again."
"I won't." Marion hung his head like a scolded schoolboy.
Drake chimed in, "Keep this guy in check, Debra."
Debra shot back, "Why? He's thoughtful enough to come fix your door."
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