My son prefers some dazzling start-up over the business i built from scratch. Where’s the gratitude?
The first coffee of the day was still wafting steam in my face when Baruch knocked on the door.
“Slight problem,” he said with a grimace. “The shipment of yearly planners is held up in customs. They’re asking for additional paperwork, and it’s going to take at least two weeks to clear it.”
“Two weeks?” I nearly knocked over my coffee. “We can’t do that. We have orders that need to go out this week. It’s a yearly planner, for goodness’ sake. It’s not going to be selling in March!”
Baruch shrugged. “I know, what a mess. I have someone trying to get hold of the higher-ups in the customs office—”
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