Madison hurried down the hall of the Yellowstone Clay Studio; she was late for her weekly pottery class—again. She had thought that changing her membership from the 4 to the 5 p.m. Saturday class would help, but it seemed like the unending list of things to do at Savanah only grew, eating up whatever free time she had. This was her third time in this particular class, and she absolutely loved it.
Pottery was the one thing in her life that she saved entirely for herself, where she got to quietly muse over thoughts and ideas as she learned something new. She had recently hit a snag with the Chassies ad campaign. It was lacking something; that Savanah spice that always kept clients coming back. She needed to figure out what to do, and quickly. Randy had trusted her, and she couldn’t let him
