“The project was modified.”
“By who?”
“By the board.”
“What date?”
“That information will be reflected in the minutes.”
“What date?”
The president’s voice sharpened.
“You do not get to interrogate me on your lawn.”
The homeowner raised one eyebrow.
“My lawn seems like an appropriate place to ask why you’re drilling through it.”
The foreman shifted again.
The president pointed toward him.
“Continue.”
He did not move.
“Continue.”
The homeowner turned.
“If you put one more hole in this property after I have disputed authorization, I will hold your company responsible separately from the HOA.”
The foreman’s face changed.
Contractors understood liability better than board presidents did.
He shut down the drill completely.
The HOA president stepped forward.
“I am directing you to complete the contract.”
The foreman answered carefully.
“And she’s claiming we’re on private property without authorization.”
“You have a permit.”
“I need to verify the location.”
The president’s cheeks reddened.
“You already verified it yesterday.”
“No.”
The foreman shook his head.
“You met us here yesterday and marked the alignment.”
The homeowner turned slowly.
“You were here yesterday?”
The president said nothing.
The foreman realized he had just stepped into something.
He looked down.
The homeowner asked:
“She personally showed you where to install these?”
He hesitated.
“Yes.”
The president snapped:
“According to the approved map.”
“Show me the map.”
Again.
The president held out her hand toward the foreman.
“Give me the work packet.”
He did not.
Now she became furious.
“I hired your company.”
“Our company was hired by Cedar Ridge Association.”
“Which I represent.”
“And this resident says the work is on her parcel.”
“It isn’t.”
The homeowner folded her arms.
“Then you won’t mind waiting ten minutes while I get my survey.”
The president laughed.
“You think a homeowner survey overrides a city permit?”
The homeowner looked at her.
“No.”
“Good.”
“I think the permit and survey together are going to tell us whether you just ordered twenty-five parking posts in the wrong place.”
The president’s eyes narrowed.
“They’re not in the wrong place.”
The homeowner turned toward the house.
“Don’t drill.”
The foreman nodded.
The president yelled:
“Continue the installation.”