CHAPTER FOURTEEN Noah
The Slap Shot grand opening was in full swing. The dining area was packed, and last he checked, the wait list was at one hour. The music was pumping, and the multiple televisions played mostly hockey games. Noah looked on proudly. This is what he had worked so hard for.
Jordan was talking to patrons, smiling, and being her usual professional and sunshiny self, keeping the place running like a well-oiled machine. Because they were so busy, Shelby was helping deliver food to keep service running smoothly. They had lucked out finding her; she truly was a godsend. In fact Shelby was following Jordan’s lead, stepping in and helping out without waiting for instructions, and she clearly loved her job.
His chest swelled as he watched this group he had brought together.
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