Travertine Foundations
Martin didn't like being a messenger boy. He didn't like having to hop back and forth between the whims of men that thought they were better or more important than he was. Ironically enough, that's exactly who he worked for. Cohen had grand demands and grander ideas and even grander ways of telling people said demands and ideas. And poor Martin was usually the one stuck listening.
He had listened when Cohen had begun voicing his ideas for his galleries in Rapture. He had listened when Cohen had become frustrated at trying to talk to the Wales brothers about his ideas. He had listened when Cohen started making demands and, when the demands started to get pointed in his direction, Martin had gotten to his feet and complied.
Martin didn't mince words. He didn't waste time. That was probably why Cohen had made him responsible for talking to the Wales brothers about the development of the galleries. It had nothing to do with his experience or talent, his knowledge of masonry and his education that was equal parts art and construction. Cohen wanted a problem solved quickly and didn't care about the "dull" details that honestly intrigued Martin.
He strode into the offices of Wales and Wales, dressed in the remnants of a suit like a man who didn't have time for ties or shirts buttoned up all the way, his sleeves cuffed up and the blazer jacket meant to go over the top missing from his ensemble. He looked to the secretary and asked her if they were in. She barely had time to explain that Mister Daniel Wales was in his office before Martin was walking over to the door with his name on it and inviting himself in.
"Mister Wales, we need to talk." Martin addressed the man behind the desk, looking irritable. His brows were knit together-- which was the way they were almost always, and arms toned from years of inflicting chisel and hammer on stone crossed over a broad chest. "Sander Cohen has been trying to reach you and your brother for weeks now about his commission of you for the construction of his galleries."