The Monday after the open house, Lawson Customs felt different, and although the building looked exactly the same, something inside me had shifted.
For the first time, I could actually see the future. Not just a future where Lawson Customs survived. A future where it grew.
I arrived early, unlocked the front door, and switched on the lights while the rest of the garage slowly came to life. I started the coffee machine, checked the appointment book, and walked through the workshop while Mia and Ben prepared for another busy day.
The waiting list was still growing.
The open house had brought in several new customers, and two people had already called asking about repairs before eight in the morning and Mia looked up from the computer.
"We've got another five bookings." Mia said and I sm
