Fields of Iris

A New Plan

Chase's P.O.V

As I sat at the desk in the hotel room, I was running over the numbers over and over again. Considering using Iris to slow the work at the farm wasn't going to work, I had to find another angle. I just had to figure out what that was going to be. While I continued to work, I heard a strange racket going on right out the window making me open the curtain to see My dad and Iris in the truck, making deliveries to the stores across the street. I saw as she hustled up and down, smiling and hugging all the people that passed. As much as she knew how they talked about her, she always had a kind heart.

My father struggled, leaning on the truck for support, letting Jerry do most of the heavy lifting as he collected a check from one of the people. I then felt a hand snake around my shoulder and onto my chest. "Morning, Babe," Cammie spoke, as I began to get annoyed at her presence. She was definitely overstaying her welcome and my hotel room was beginning to get covered in girl clothes. "So what's the plan today?" She asked as I sat my pen down and rubbed my forehead.

"I have to go to the community center for a meeting with the mayor, and I think that you should head home. Don't you have work?" I asked, referring to her part time job at one of the fashion stores her dad invested in.

"I work when I want. And besides, maybe I could help down here," she said as I got distracted watching my dad struggle to get back into his van.

"I don't know why he continues to deliver," I said, talking out loud. "I mean, does he even realize that it would be easier to sell in bulk to big companies by now. I mean his customers don't even realize they're paying a delivery tax, either," I remarked, continuing to talk out loud.

"Why don't you show them what they are missing?"  She said as I raised my eyebrow at what she was talking about. "Show your dad's customers what they could be paying if they bought from a different market you plan on bringing to the town. People love to save," she said, revealing a bit of genius as I nodded my head.

"That actually might work," I replied. I just had to find some way to get a hold of who my dad's current customer base was. It had been almost seven years since I ran a delivery and I had no idea what had changed. I'd hate to have to use Iris, but maybe there was another way to get a hold of something like that without needing my parents or Iris. I realized that I had just the idea.