The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“That’s so nice. Is she still painting?”
“She is. It’s going very well for her.” I smiled.
“So great.” She smiled back. “She was a very good friend
to me in school. I’ll have to give you a friends and family
discount.” She winked.
“I appreciate it. My uncle isn’t paying for any of this. He
loves this store and refuses to sell it, but he’s in over his
head and he doesn’t understand change. I’m kind of doing
this as a surprise.”
“Oh. Well, he’ll be surprised.” Lenora laughed. “We’ll do
everything to make sure the store can stay open while we
work. Aside from that spot upstairs, I don’t think we’d have
to do much construction in here. I may send a guy or two to
come help you move some of these heavy bookshelves.”
“That would be so helpful,” I breathed. “And you really
think we can stay under budget? I know I’m not really
willing to spend much.”
“It should be fine. It doesn’t need much, but let’s wait to
see what Pedro says.”
As if on cue, Pedro walked in. “We should be able to knock
this out in a weekend.”
“A weekend?”
“We have enough people and it’s really not much. It
needs paint and new landscaping. It’s small enough that it’ll
be a quick job.”
“Wow. A weekend would be incredible.” I smiled wide.
“Let me know what you need from me and when you can get
started.”
We agreed on the upcoming weekend, since things were
slow for them right now, which meant that if everything
went well, they’d be finished by Monday and I would have
time to figure out how to set up a co ee shop upstairs. As
soon as Lenora and Pedro left, the phone rang, and the caller
ID said it was my mother. I answered quickly and updated