"Then we'll do it again." He said.
"I'd like that." I said.
By Monday morning, Lawson Customs was back to its usual rhythm.
The main workshop was busy from opening time, while the second location was handling enough work to keep its entire team moving.
The expansion had worked better than I could have hoped. Ben had taken over daily repair management, and he now handled schedules, customer updates, job assignments, and quality checks with the confidence of someone who had finally realized he belonged exactly where he was.
I watched him one morning as he walked through the workshop with his clipboard.
"That bike needs another inspection before it leaves. The customer reported a vibration, and I don't want us handing it back until we know exactly what caused it." He told one of the mec
