"Even though it was a mistake that brought you here, it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Melanie. And I hope we will be able to have more business in the future."
Melanie shook hands with Mr. Peterson as she stepped out of the large timber holdings office, a small smile tugging at her lips. It was odd. She had come here because she'd been told there would be an auction. But Mr. Peterson—the man supposedly retiring—was in perfectly good spirits and clearly in no mood to step away from his business.
So it seemed someone had tried to sabotage him. And in the process, she'd been caught in the middle of it.
Thankfully, even though there had been no auction, she'd managed to strike a deal that would solve her oak and walnut wood problems for the foreseeable future. High quality, steady supply, reasonable terms—better than she'd hoped for, really. So, all in all, it had been worth the trip to Maniwa.
