It was all he could do since he didn’t speak Spanish. He hadn’t realized how poorly they spoke English until he’d tried to engage in small talk with two of them earlier. Now it was nearly 9 p.m. He’d stayed late to help some of the guys with a large shipment, and when that was done, he decided to peel some avocados. It was his second week as Coop, and he could honestly say he loved everything he’d been asked to do. Yeah, he went home barely able to crawl into his bed, but with each day, he was also feeling an enormous sense of accomplishment and pride. His dad had always said the factory gave him a boost of energy when he needed it. Grayson finally understood why. He hadn’t expected to feel this way when he first came up with the crazy plan, but he’d found the heart of the company, and damn, it was good to feel that pulse. He stopped by his spot on the line and grabbed his water bottle he’d left earlier. Tangie had given it to him on his first day, noticing he looked a little dehydrated.
