“It’s it’s the wife of Jeremy, your neighbor, Mrs. Thompson’s son. She gave me your number.”
Jeremy, the young man who had studied business administration and now worked in the city.
“What can I do for you, honey?”
“Mrs. Thompson told me you’re thinking of starting a food business. I I work in marketing and I was wondering if you would need any help.”
“What kind of help?”
“Well, I could help you with social media, with label design, with promotion. I would love to be part of a project like that.”
“And how much would you charge for that help?”
“Nothing at first. If the business works out, we could talk about a small partnership. But first, I want to help you get off the ground.”
I hung up the phone with a huge smile. I didn’t just have a project. I had a team.
The next day, Mr. Peterson arrived early with his tape measure and notebook. We went over the whole house from the roof to the foundations.
“Mrs. Margaret, this house is solid. It just needs some love and maintenance.”
“How long would it take to make it like new?”
“About 3 months working every day, but it’s going to look like a palace.”
“Do it.”
While Mr. Peterson was taking measurements, I walked to the back of the property where I had always wanted to build a small workshop. My late husband had dreamed of having his carpentry shop there, but we never found the time or the money. Now I had both.
I took out my phone and dialed the number of the construction company.
“Good morning. I need a quote for a new construction.”
“What type of construction?”
