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“We approached a company with the design. If we got interest, then we produced based on the order.”

“How did you choose a company to approach?”

“There aren’t that many that do high-end, unique designs using sustainable dyes and fabrics.”

“So you built up a clientele?”

“We were building a clientele. Then he married Evie.”

“Did you continue alone?”

“Yeah. I have. Not so much since Nick Richardson appeared on the scene.”

“Getting information out of you is harder than getting trade secrets from Anna.”

“You’re competitors.”

“You and I aren’t. At least on this. Mo is interested in pairing up with you again.”

“He’s exploring ways and means. He’s got the machinery; he knows where to find the relevant suppliers for dyes and fabrics. He’s started to put out feelers for workers. But he’s proceeding slowly. And he wouldn’t just print my designs. So, essentially, we could have two separate businesses co-located. Finding the right location at the right price is the challenge.”

“Do you have any ideas about that? And yes, I’m prodding because possible premises haven’t come up in our conversations so far.”

“Prodding is good.” He stared at her. “And not really is the answer.”

“Because you spend every spare moment on designs?”

“I’ve nailed my criteria.”

She looked sceptical.

“Shows I need to work harder at this business stuff. Dad or Hunt or even Maha would have a short list of sites by now.”

“What name did you and Mo use?”

“Casmo Fabric for Unique Interiors.”

“I like the unique part of it.”

“I kept it even though he wasn’t doing the printing anymore.”

“Because you liked working with Mo?”

“Yeah, and even though he had his hands full when we dissolved our partnership, he said to call him any time. I forgot that.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t forget your own name with Monique and Nick Richardson after you.”

“You’re the brand expert. Suggest something.”

“I’ll give it some thought. Now, tell me, what’s holding you back from looking for premises?”

“You see too much.” He grabbed the back of his neck. “I’m worried that the experience has kicked Dad off his axis, but I’m also worried that I’m imagining things.”

“Talk to him.”

“I’m waiting for Hunter. He has a better understanding of the market, of how Dad would be feeling after such a knock.”

“You’re underestimating yourself. You have more natural empathy than Hunter. If you’re picking up distracted vibes, I’d say your dad has got something on his mind. But don’t give up your plans. They’re good plans, and you do exceptional work.”