Sarah Fym and the Cupcake Catastophe
Gregory Lynn
Published by Tales From The Mad Monk Publishing at Smashwords.
Copyright 2012 Gregory Lynn
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Sarah Fym and the Cupcake Catastophe
I almost shit myself when the phone rang. You would too in my situation. I'd started this venture almost a month ago, dipping into my savings for office space, a nice sign out front, the name on the door, even business cards and a phone number that rang my cell with a special ring tone. I tested it every morning just in case but so far, nothing. Until now.
It was my mom.
"Ma, what the hell, I thought you were a client!"
"Language!"
"Language my ass, I was working that nap pretty hard."
"Oh you're just doing that to rankle me."
"No, Ma, I'm not, but seriously, why did you call the business number?"
"I think I might have a job for you."
"You what?"
"I said, I think I might have a job for you."
I shook my head and tried to keep the dread out of my voice; "What kind of job?"
"You know those cupcakes I love so much--"
"Of course I do," I interrupted, "but you're not hiring me to pick up some cupcakes."
"No, that's the thing, I called them and they don't have any."
"Now I'm confused about what I'm confused about which is really confusing."
"What?"
"Exactly! What. Is. The. Job?"
"Oh well, they said they can't get the key ingredient to make the cupcakes because their supplier had something stolen and I thought you might be able to find out what's going on and fix it."
"You know fixing things isn't really what I'm good at."
"Well Not Mary said something that made me think of you."
"Oh she did? What did she say?"
"Oh, you know I don't use that language."
I tried not to let my grin seep into my voice. "She said she was going to go down there and kick their asses didn't she?"
In the silence, I could hear my mother blushing.