Maybe more personal contact would keep everyone happy. At least he hoped so. He stretched and yawned, then headed for his assistant’s cubicle. “I’m going to the coffee shop,” he said. “Good idea,” Monica replied. “You’ve been working awfully hard lately. And I know yesterday was a rough day.” “Today will be better,” Zach replied, hoping that was the case. “But if a crisis occurs, come and get me,” he said, only half kidding. Crises seemed the order of the day. As Zach walked past the showroom that displayed his company’s top-of-the-line furniture, he felt proud of his business. In addition to the showroom, Addison’s Fine Furniture provided a large catalog center. And a year ago he’d installed the coffee shop, where employees could relax on their breaks. While Zach didn’t visit it often, today he planned to indulge. He ordered a mocha-cinnamon latte. As he sipped it, the spicy beverage soothed him and brought much-needed comfort. He was still reeling from the trauma of yesterday—the lost account, the accident, and the baffling dinner at Liza’s.
