Pay the extra to get it done.

"I'll definitely shell out to get it done quicker, or else I'm going to have about five angry women on my hands." You wince at the thought of paying extra, but it's got to be done.
"Holy shit, man. I mean...holy crap, sir. What have you gotten yourself into? Just give your info to Anita, and I'll let my guy know." You hope this guy doesn't end up ripping you off. You decide to ingratiate yourself a little.
"Hey man, I know what it's like and I understand. I run a home construction and reno company so I know the struggle."
"Oh? Which one?" Dennis's voice perks up.
"Uh..FSC, Inc."
"Oh shit!" Dennis's voice is audible amused now, and he's dropped his veneer of professionalism. "You must be Frank Sinclair's son, then! Uh... John?"
"James, and yeah."
"Wow, small world. I crossed paths with your dad a few times on jobs. Even worked on a house together about 10 years ago." his tone gets a little somber. "Sorry to hear he passed, man. He was a great guy. Funny guy."
"Yeah thanks. So i'll just leave that info-"
"Yeah absolutely man, no problem. I'll help you out. In fact, for Frank's son, don't even worry about that extra fee. Just buy me a beer some time, we'll call it even. I'd love to get to know Frank's kid."
You are ecstatic that it actually worked, but you also wince. Your relationship with your Father was not a great one, and you don't necessarily love the idea of hanging out with a guy who thought he was "a great guy."
"Yeah definitely. Will do, Dennis."
You leave the information with Anita, then hang up. You sit back in your chair with a contented sigh.
Jenna appears at the door of the office. "What's the plan, James? Did you call-"
"Yep! And I managed to talk the guy into coming tomorrow bright and early at 8 AM. Dropped my dad's name a little. Turns out, this guy knew him." The smile that blooms on Jenna's face is worth any number of uncomfortable beers with old buddies of your father.
Jenna glides over, her cream sundress with the floral pattern skirts swaying as she sits on your lap to run her fingers through your hair and kiss you thoroughly. Your cock awakens from slumber as she explores your mouth with her amazing tongue. Her skirt has ridden up a little, and you can see the black lace of one of your favorite bra and panty sets.
"What a good...good husband you are. Thank you, baby. I was going to drag you along to the store with me, but you've been such a good boy that I'll take Jared instead. Just finish tidying up the yard and take out the trash for me, please?" She's looking down at you though long dark lashes. Damn. How did you ever get this girl?