“Morning, George.” I said as he glanced around.
“Busy.” He said.
“Very.” I said.
“Good.” He said as he placed the folder on the counter.
“I brought the paperwork for that restoration we discussed.” He added and I opened it.
“We can have it ready for you next week.” I said.
“Perfect.” He said as he looked at me for a moment and then his expression changed.
“I heard about the message.” He said and my hand stopped moving.
“News travels fast.” I said.
“It always does.” He said as he leaned against the counter.
“You removed it?” He asked.
“This morning.” I said.
“Good.” He said.
I expected him to tell me to be careful or to consider closing for a few days. Instead, he smiled.
“You're doing exactly what you should be doing.” He said and I frowned.
“What?” I asked.
“Standing your
