“Please, call me Jensen. Mr. Lockhart makes me sound like a dinosaur,” I chuckle.
“In that case, call me Harry. Okay, Jensen, let me just pop a few more details into our database, and we’ll see if we can match you up with one of our consultants.” There’s a pause, and I can hear him tapping on a computer keyboard in the background. “Ah, here we go. I can send someone over to you on the twenty-fourth?” he says, naming a date a few weeks away.
My stomach sinks, and I rub a weary hand over my face. “I’m sorry, Harry, but I can’t wait that long. Thanks, anyway. I appreciate your time.”
I’m about to hang up when Harry speaks again. “Listen, I wouldn’t normally do this, but I knew your grandfather, and he was a good man. Forgive me for saying this, but it’s a damn shame the business fell to your father after him, which I am assuming is why you’re in the predicament you’re in now.”
“No need to apologize, and you’d be right,” I reply with a bitter laugh. “My father had a head for pleasure, not business.”
“I understand. I’m going to juggle some things around, and I’ll have a consultant with you at 9 AM tomorrow. Does that sound okay?”
“That sounds great. I appreciate that. Thank you, Harry,” I reply gratefully.
“I’m glad to be able to help. Be a damn shame to see a good business go under because of one man’s misplaced endeavors. And everything you’ve shared with me today remains confidential, of course,” he quickly reassures me.
We talk for several more minutes before ending the call. I lean back in my office chair, already feeling like a weight has lifted from my shoulders.
Hopefully, I’m one step closer to pulling this business back from the edge because this is my last resort.