"My name is Clarke, and I got your name and number from your cousin. I really need some help."
"What kind of job is it, and when do you need an estimate by?" the man asked simply. She liked that and needed that right now. Vince was really going to be a life saver if he could get to it sooner rather than later.
"I own a flower shop in town, and there was an electrical fire. So, really, I need help with everything; the clean-up, the set up and whatever went wrong with the electrical. And I really need you as soon as possible. I need to get the business back up and running. Can you even do that?" It sounded like a big job to Clarke, and it made her nervous. Would this guy even take all that on? No way could she ask her staff to do all of it.
"Yeah, I can do that. Are you free to do the estimate now?"
Clarke perks up, feeling a hint of hope course through her. Maybe she really would be able to keep this a secret after all. "Absolutely. It's called "Virginia Clarke's Petals". Do you need the address or can you just Google the directions?"
She heard a muffled chuckle come through the receiver. "I can Google it," he answered before hanging up. Clarke shut her phone and was ready to do a cheer, only she'd probably land herself in a pile of ash that also reeked of mildew from the water that had piled up after the firefighters stopped the fire. But she felt saved. Someone was going to fix her shop so she could open back up.
She stepped outside and waited for Vince to show up, not wanting to stand in piles of smelly ash any longer.