Chapter 22

Up until almost midnight, I once again found myself arguing with Mr. Fabro, doing my best to explain why his current computer system couldn’t keep up with his demands.

“Why can’t you fix it again, like you did before?”

Nor could I keep up with his demands. “I can look at it Tuesday.”

“Not Monday?”

“I have other clients, Eugene. I’d have to leave here around dawn that morning to get to you just after business hours, or else start out tomorrow to get there during them, which I can’t.” I wasn’t about to give up puppy supply shopping for Mr. Fabro. “It’s still the weekend, you know.”

“Well, if that’s the best you can do, I guess I’ll have to live with it. I’m losing business. I hope you don’t end up losing mine.”

The threat pissed me off more than it worried me. Had Eugene not hung up after it, I might have told him where he could shove his business, his threats, and his computer. When the phone rang again before I’d even set it down, I answered quite gruffly. “Yeah?”