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His early life in junior college.
Jenny was waiting for him, still wearing her long, grey coat.
"Hi!" she said, stepping forwards and waving him towards the door. "Let's get inside; it's cold out here."
Daniel took a moment to look at the shop's fa__ade as she unlocked the door. It looked faded, but not entirely unpleasant, although the sign looked a little worse-for-wear. Blinds were down on all the windows so that he could not see inside, but the outside looked bearable. A lick of paint and it'll be fine.
Jenny had opened the door, and Daniel strode through, pleased to feel the warm air after the temperate outside. It wasn't exactly freezing out there -- certainly when compared to the UK at this time of year -- but he'd forgotten his coat so it wasn't particularly pleasant, either.
She switched on the lights, bathing the shop in fluorescent glow, and he bit back a snort. The place was a mess; boxes were scattered over the floor, and dust had collected on the exhibits. The shelves were lined with tat; from plastic tourist nonsense and postcards, to stuffed animals and hunting equipment.
"This place is a disaster," he breathed, and Jenny murmured her agreement.
"I'm sorry you had to see it like this," she said at last. "I've been trying to improve it since I started here, but with no contact with the money-men back in your home country it's nearly impossible to get anything done."
"How have you managed to keep it open?"
"With great difficulty. We get barely any customers; sometimes we can go days without a single one."
Daniel looked at her, impressed that the place still existed at all.
"But now that you're here," she continued, gesturing in his direction, "we're kind of hoping we can make some changes."
He grunted in assent.
"With your approval, of course," she hastily added.
"Of course." He grinned at her. "I'm not someone who's been sent over to make your life hell, Jenny -- I'm here because the company need me out of the way for a while. Seriously, I can unlock the cash reserves this place has, but at the same time I'm not going to fire you."
"Glad to hear it."
"So, how many employees do I have now?"
"Three... well, four. There's three full-time staff - myself, Claire and Rodrigo -- plus one part-time -- my sister Lucy." She paused for a moment, regarding Daniel. "You know, you ought to come to mall tomorrow. My sister will be there; it'll be good for you two to meet if you'll be working together."
"She works there, or...?"
"She does different jobs at different times. I don't try to understand her patterns." Jenny grinned at him.
"Alright, I will."
"Excellent. Now," she motioned him to follow as she headed towards the back of the store, "there's something you'll want to see."
He obeyed, moving through the doorway at the rear of the shop, into a cluttered and dark storage room beyond. Jenny turned on the light. It was even more of a mess.
"There's your office," she sighed. He glanced at the small room, set into the corner of the larger space. It had floor to ceiling glass windows -- though blinds would mean he could get some privacy if he needed it -- and a single window that looked out onto the staff car park. He moved closer, and shook his head.
"That's going to need some work."
"Tell me about it. I never used it because I couldn't be bothered to clear it. There must be decades' worth of stuff in there."
She was right, too, Daniel could see. Junk was piled high in the dirty room, and though he could make out the shapes of a desk and a chair, there was little else he could discern. He'd need to chuck most of it away, of that he was sure.
He turned back to her. "I think we're going to need to keep this place shut for a while, though I still want everyone turning up each day. There's a lot of work to do. A whole facelift; we need to change everything, from the layout to what we sell. This place is a relic."
"I couldn't agree more," Jenny nodded. "Do we have the funds for all that?"
"I'll look into it, but places like this tend to keep money aside.