The morning started with the sound of an impact wrench, the smell of fresh coffee, and Mia complaining about the printer. I smiled as I walked into the office.
"What did it do now?" I asked.
"It ate another invoice." She said.
"Did you threaten it?" I asked.
"I did." She said.
"Did that work?" I asked.
"No, but I felt better." She said and I laughed and set my coffee beside the computer.
The workshop was already busy, and three motorcycles were waiting near the entrance while Ben worked on an engine at the far bench.
The waiting list was still growing, and every time I looked at the appointment book, I couldn't quite believe how much Lawson Customs had changed.
A few months ago, I had been worried about keeping the doors open. Now I was preparing to buy another building.
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