am quite stumped as to what that might entail. How it relates to the sign in the windowâI confess to being baffled.â
Tara smiled. He wasnât that bad a guy, not really. Sheâd met worse. âYou asked if I have retail experience. Isnât every business, ultimately, about selling? Commerce revolves around buyers and sellers. Intrigue is one lure. If you are willing to concede that I garnered your interest, then you kinda have to concede that Iâve proven something here.â
âAh, excuse me? Proven what?â
âThat I have enough experience to sell. In this case, Iâm selling, in a manner of speaking, donât take this the wrong way now, myself.â
Good speech. Major pat on theâ
âSo,â the shopkeeper supposed. Tara demonstrated that she was giving him her fullest attention, even as he grew hesitant, still baffled. âSo you do want the job.â
âHardly,â Tara let slip.
He nodded, as though to confirm his own assessment. âI didnât think a job in retail was part of yourâhow shall I put this?âpersona.â
Sounding creepier, dude .
Taking a breath, she pressed on. âA business proposition, sir, thatâs what interests me. My name is Tara Cogshill.â She stuck out her hand. âYou are?â
âWillis Howard. Iâm pleased to meet you, Miss Cogshill.â
âTara,â she corrected him. She wondered if she should not correct him twice, for did he not give his names in reverse order? âIâm pleased to meet you . . . Mr. Howard?â He didnât contradict her, so his first name must really be Willis. âDespite the fact that your anteroom over here is a disaster.â
âAh.â Willis Howard stepped back, peered over his shoulder. âI do have my secret plans. Itâs a question of time and, of course, resources.â
âPrecisely. Thatâs where I come in. At the moment I have time. In a modest way, resources, too.â
âAh. You want to redesign my store?â
âNot a chance. Not your store.â
âThe anteroom?â
âOwn it, actually.â
âExcuse me?â
âThe products inside, at least. Iâm proposing a store within your store. Which saves me the headache of setting up a business in a town where Iâve only just arrived. I donât even know my way around yet. This spares us becoming direct competitors, as well. My start-up costs will be minimal. Maybe I can get off the ground without high risk.â
âAnd,â he said, speaking slowly, smiling as though he found the idiocy of her proposition as amusing as it was irritating, âIâm selling you part of my store becauseââ He let his voice trail off, waiting for her to finish the sentence. Rather than do that, Tara strolled over to the room in question and gave it another look.
She faced him.
âDull, useless, wasted space that produces negligible revenue. You canât put items of value in here because you canât keep your eye on them. You canât put big-ticket items in here, such as those grandfather clocks, because if you spent time in this room with a customer your clientele on the other side might rob you blind. You cannot affordâitâs illogicalâto hire someone merely to keep an eye on this tiny room. So youâve made it a junk room that just doesnât pay. No, the only solution that makes sense is to allow me to take over the space, run my own business, one thatâs complementary to yours, and pay a percentage of sales in lieu of rent. A win-win-win proposition.â
Her proposal flew out with such alacrity, the bows tied and the buttons done up, that Willis Howard was unable to mount a quick defence. He realized that that was exactly what he was attempting to doâdefend himself, and his shop, against her onslaught.
âIâmâsorry. I donât think so, Miss,