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product. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir, but this is not what I agreed to.” I had to get back to Whispering Falls and talk to Izzy about the agreement the Marys had come up with. There was no way they would agree to different bottling, not if they knew what was on the line.
    “Then we would have to get a larger belt for those types of fancy bottles.” He shook his head.
    “Not really.” The woman with the caps spoke up. “We have that barbecue sauce that went south. Those were big bottles on the line over there.” She pointed to the corner off in the distance.
    “And are you in charge of bottling?” His face was hard, crude, and merciless.
    “Burt, dear.” Tiffany lightly touched Burt’s arm. He stepped aside coming up to her shoulder. They were an odd pair. She whispered something in his ear. His chest heaved up and down with a big sigh and he looked directly at me.
    “After these go through, we will switch machines. But that won’t be until tomorrow. Got it?” He pointed at me. “These couple hundred boxes will be shipped out tomorrow as planned.
    “That’s my poky.” Tiffany ran her fingernails up his chest and pinched his chin. It must’ve been their thing because I had seen her do this to him the last time I saw them at Christmas.
    “You two,” he gestured between the two employees, “you each now have a demerit.”
    “But,” Josh protested. Tiffany shushed him quickly.
    We stood there watching Burt leave.
    “Get a leash on him,” Josh (the tattoo guy) said to Tiffany before she glared at him.
    Tiffany pushed the button to start the line again. In agony, I watched the few remaining fake bottles go through the line one-by-one getting filled up with perfectly good stress free magical lotion that was not going to be worth the two cents it was packaged in.
    Slowly an idea germinated inside of me.
    Burt said he wasn’t going to ship them out until the next day which meant they would be stored in the warehouse until the trucks would be there to pick them up to deliver them to the stores. There would be a window of time I could come back and put a special hand on each of the bottles that were already packaged, giving them the special touch needed.
    “Thank you,” I said to Tiffany as we made our way back up the stairs to the offices. “I really do believe you will see a difference in sales with the real bottles I sent.”
    “I know. I should have consulted you first, but Burt has a way of making me believe in his ideas.” She stopped and put her hand on my arm to stop me. “He has always been right. His ideas have always been spot on.”
    “But not this time.” I tried to be as nice as I could, but anger boiled in me. “I know my product and I think you believe that as well.” My intuition told me Burt was only in it for the money, which was a business and I got that, but that was not why I had decided to go national with this product. “Tiffany, I want to help people like I helped you. The cost was laid out in the contract. You knew how much your company was going to make using the bottles I had sent.”
    “Yes, but Burt knew we would have to get the special equipment that would fit your bottles on the assembly line.” She bit her lip. “I never thought of using the old barbeque equipment. I really should have and I’m sorry it created a ruckus.”
    “It’s fine.” I most certainly didn’t think it was fine. Now I had to come back and put a spell on those plastic bottles the lotion was already packaged in. This was a mess and certainly not how I had dreamed my first day would’ve gone.
    “It’s just that,” Tiffany began to make excuses for what had happened, but I wasn’t buying it. “Burt sort of oversteps his boundaries. He worked on the line after we met and I was just smitten with him. He had such a good business sense that I didn’t have. All I knew was that I was a woman and I had to get good products out there for all women.”
    We took a few more steps before