I’m about to go grab a snack and head over there,” Clarke asked as Katie said goodbye to a customer that bought a bouquet for his wife. It was nearing noon which was not only her lunch time but time for a big meeting with a potential new client. The client was the wife of a big CEO who held a lot of events, and if she liked what Clarke had to say, the shop would be her permanent go to. That would really put the shop over the top and make it a place even her harsh mother would have to be proud of. But the woman was a tough one; very opinionated and snobby. It was hard to tell what she was going to like or hate. “Yes ma’am. I put them in the top drawer on the right for you in a plain black folder,” Katie answered. Clarke power-walked towards the back of the flower shop with determination where the office was, her arms pumping with effort. “Thanks; what would I do without you, Katie?” “Ask God for more hours in the day so you could do it all yourself,” Katie teased. But she was probably pretty accurate on that one.
