PENELOPE
Eve’s office was just as elegant as her house—warm-toned furniture, fresh flowers on the desk, rare art hung everywhere in her office.
She smiled warmly as she poured us both a cup of coffee. “So, Penelope, I assume you’ve given my offer some thought?”
I nodded, taking a sip before setting my cup down. “Yes, I have. And I’d love to set up a stand at your foundation’s cafeteria. It’s a great opportunity, and a nice step to take. I’m really grateful.”
Her eyes lit up with approval. “That’s wonderful to hear. I have no doubt your pastries will be a hit. The cafeteria is always packed, and I think the visitors and staff would love something fresh and homemade.”
I smiled, already feeling the excitement buzz beneath my skin, it sure will be an amazing way to show Samantha Elliott
