Enzo (Jinx Tattoos 1)

Noah grunted. “Should’ve jumped on that a long time ago, boy. I told you how I felt about that.”

Enzo scowled. He didn’t need scolding. He wasn’t a child. He got that he’d screwed up.

“Way I figure it, you got two choices. Get your ass in gear and fight for her, or let her go, and get over it. Only you can make that decision. In the meantime, we’re here for a shop meeting, so let’s shelve the domestic shit.”

Enzo stood down, clenching his jaw as he gave a quick nod. Now wasn’t the time or place.

“Let’s talk numbers, Silas

,” Noah stated as they all took seats in the office.

“We’re doing excellent. This is double what we made this year last time. Our books are full of appointments, and the investment in advertising is clearly working,” Silas said.

“What’s our gross for this month?” Noah inquired.

“We’re on track to make about thirty grand this month,” Silas replied.

“Damn, nothing to shake a stick at.” Noah ran his finger over his beard.

“Where do you think we could improve to bring in more business?” Enzo asked. They had steady business, but he wanted them packed. He wanted to hire new artists, possibly start some apprenticeships, and that would take more income.

“Invest more into advertising,” Silas suggested. “While word of mouth is good, we have to get our name out there for people to know they could go to us. That article you did with the local paper was a great start. I’m going to see if we can get more interest from other local media. Maybe we could go in with one of the radio stations for one of their contests next year. This year is almost over, so we’re looking ahead at this point.”

“Might be good to think about hiring someone who knows how to advertise,” Rhys added.

“First helpful thing you said all day, son,” Enzo stated.

Rhys flipped him the bird, and Enzo returned it with two of his own.

“Okay, children, focus,” Silas chided.

“Jesus, you’re a fifty-year-old trapped inside a thirty-year-olds’ body,” Rhys said, making them all laugh.

“Someone has to keep you two on track. You might not mind pissing away your Sunday, but I have plans,” Silas said.

Noah laughed. The man had a point. “Anything else on the agenda?” Noah asked.

“No questions over here,” Enzo answered.

“Me either,” Rhys said.

“All right, so we need to look into finding an advertising expert, and then talk about what we’ll do next, once they’re on board and draw up plans,” Silas announced.

“Can I leave you in charge of that, brother?” Noah asked.

“Yeah, I can do it, no problem,” Silas said.

“You know he’d be questioning every step of the way if anyone else tried to do it,” Enzo teased.

“So? I’m thorough,” Silas defended.

“Is that what they’re calling OCD these days?” Rhys asked.

Enzo snickered.

“Says the laziest brother,” Silas countered.

“Ladies, you’re both pretty. Chill out,” Enzo said.