He pressed his index
finger over her mouth. “shh”
She wanted to say "but".
He shook his head as soon as her lips parted. “I won’t hear another word about it.”
Then he went to his oak
desk and took his check book. “Will $5,000 be enough?”
She fought with
herself not to say “more than enough.” It would let her fix up the storefront
she found and at least lease the oven and mixing equipping.
“You didn’t even look
at my business plan.”
“I don’t have to. I’ve
known you since you and Andrea nearly drove me crazy with your music.”
This had been her
second home as a teenager. She and Andrea had been inseparable, and thanks to
Skype she and her best friend were able to talk almost daily, even though
Andrea now lived in Japan and Myra was in Boston.
Andrea had been her
lifeline when Jack had walked out leaving her with a baby. It was Andrea who
urged her to go to her father to ask for a loan to set up a business. “You can’t
earn enough as a secretary to support you and the baby,” Andrea had said. “Put a
business plan together. It will help you focus.”
So she had. The idea
of a cupcake shop near a private school with good traffic harnessed her hobby.
The area was trendy enough. She also had diabetic cupcakes and good to the
earth cupcakes planned, things to make her different.
Banks almost laughed
her out the door. Each time she checked her numbers and each time she was sure
of her profit margins. Her ideas on offering her cupcakes for parties, not just kids,
but to businesses as well, even if only half came to realization, made the
bottom line seem reasonable.
She brushed away her
tears of gratitude as she took the check to her future.
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