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Sheila was in panic mode again, What, with the upstart of the Coffee Shoppe. Some might say that is was the most positive thing for the business, a private owned shoppe turned around like a successful night club over night was thought to be impossible.
Yes, Sheila was filled with her own energy. Telling herself to do one of the hardest things, something that scared her so tremendously.
Now she was missing opportunities when she pushed herself. But last night as she whipped shots and John and Alexandra, worked with her, she felt that whatever happens, happens, its an opportunity. Her take on the work situation, relaxed her.
Who cares if Alexandria made her head squeeze like a watermelon. Alexandria and her complaints, thought Sheila.
When she hired such an employee; she didn't think she'd have tolerate as much as she did. And spite everything, getting through to Alexandria was hard, and trying to explain to her, what she thought of messy coffee grounds everywhere, and Alexandria making up reason why she didn't have to clean them up.
And Alexandria's defintion that coffee grounds everywhere didn't make the business, it made unbusiness, like if you didn't see the grounds it meant you didn't have many customers coming into the shoppe. Just like a pastry shop, which doesn't have its flour spread all over the floor, as its prime ingredients, made it unbusiness like.
How the hell a sixteen-year-old girl put it in her head put it in her head, what made or broke a business, amazed Sheila.
The girl had smarts though. She helped Sheila calculate the new inventory of coffee products. Wishing her business new.
Now Alexandra seemed to stand as a spectator. My work here is done, I'm going to squeeze a white rag of grounds, until every ground has disappeared was her newest take. One their briefest of conversations, sheila could have shaken that girl. But she looked at her now with squirrel eyes and chipmunk teeth. Are you seriously saying that you copied these emerging ideas from Books are us, down the street? Comin' up to her now lookin' down and squeezing her black apron, like a squirrel squeezing a nut until it would crack. Alexandra not really lookin' at her. a new wave shifting in its place, inches away from Alexandra now. "Are you saying you copied these emerging ideas from "Bakers are us?"
Alexandra was still lookin' out the window of the shoppe. Two black suited men were approaching the shop and were looking behind them with body guard curiosity. If it wasn't a hotter day, she'd almost think that they had business on their minds. But she knew they were there, to speak to her.
Taking off her Green apron and tossing it at Sheila's head;covering up the chipmunk, Alexandra frantically looking at her two possible exits, and she ran through the bar style doors and through the kitchen's black metal doors before running across the parking lots in leaps and bounds.
"Best Buy" behind her and in front of her; Uncle Larry's apartment, she made a dash through the apartment's, parking lot, and grabbed the door behind a guest who was entering.