For the next few days, she did everything in her power to show Mark her gratitude for his offer of the Buttercup. Every morning, she woke up early so the coffee would already be percolating by the time he arrived. She’d have his thermos filled, two creams already added.
She knew that he hated doing inventory more than anything, so she volunteered for that job.
“I know the stockroom better than anyone,” she pointed out. “I could practically do it blindfolded. And if you need help with the payroll, I can manage that, too. I used to help my father with payroll.”
“Gracie, I’m not going to fire you. You can relax.”
“Of course you’re not going to fire me. I’m too indispensable.”
“Good morning, Gracie.” Sophie appeared behind him, wearing her morning workout clothes—spandex leggings and a sp
