Just five weeks in business and my niece had fucked things up big time. She’d delivered the sandwiches to the baby shower and the goodies intended for that client—complete with finger sandwiches, cupcakes in the shape of baby bottles and booties, and oh, yes, let’s not forget the large pink frosted cake topped with more baby decorations—to the business luncheon. The CEO had called me and demanded I get over to his office ASAP. So here I was literally shaking in my shoes. I hadn’t met him, just his assistant who’d stopped by the store to place the order. “Make sure it’s delivered on time and that everything is perfect… No, make that better than perfect. Don’t in any way piss off Mr. Roberts or you’ll never work in this town again. However, do a great job, and you’ll be the number one caterer in the state.” Not one to shy away from a challenge, I decided to go all out with his order. Forgetting about making much profit this time around, I’d opted for top-of-the-line ingredients for the sandwiches and pastries.
