The Unexpected Ally
The day after the exhibit at the west side community center, Clara found herself reviewing feedback forms at the Council House. Most of the comments were positive—visitors praised the creativity of the displays and the hands-on activities. But some of the critiques lingered in Clara's mind: confusing layout, too crowded, stressful experience.
The faint sound of footsteps drew her attention. Rachel entered, holding two mugs of coffee, her camera slung across her shoulder.
"I figured you could use a pick-me-up," Rachel said, setting the mug beside Clara's stack of papers.
"You read my mind." Clara offered a tired smile.
Rachel glanced at the papers. "Let me guess. The feedback forms?"
"Spot on." Clara sighed. "Most people had a great time, but we can't ignore the ones who didn't. The layout issues really threw people off."
Rachel sat across from her, cradling her mug. "Well, you turned it around pretty quickly. That's not easy to do in the middle of an event."
Clara nodded but still felt the weight of the critique. "We need a better system for planning these setups. I don't want this to happen again."
Rachel leaned back, her expression thoughtful. "What if we brought in someone who specializes in event logistics? A fresh perspective could help us anticipate problems before they happen."
Clara considered the idea. "That's not a bad suggestion. Do you have anyone in mind?"
Rachel hesitated, then said, "Actually, yeah. I do. Someone I worked with on a fundraiser last year. Her name's Fiona Morales. She's meticulous, but in a good way. She sees things the rest of us miss."
Clara's eyebrows rose. "You think she'd be interested in helping us?"
"I can't promise, but I can reach out," Rachel said. "Worst case, she says no."
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Later that afternoon, Rachel returned with news. "Fiona's willing to meet with us. She's curious about the project and wants to hear more."
Clara felt a flicker of hope. "Let's set it up. The sooner, the better."
Two days later, Fiona arrived at the Council House. She was tall and poised, with a clipboard in one hand and a confident air about her. Her sharp eyes scanned the room as if assessing every detail.
"Thanks for meeting with us," Clara said, shaking Fiona's hand. "We've been struggling a bit with logistics, and Rachel said you might have some ideas."
Fiona smiled warmly. "I'm happy to help. Rachel gave me a quick rundown of your project, and I think it's incredible. But I also understand the challenges of managing something this dynamic."
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The team gathered in the meeting room, where Clara and Fiona outlined the issues they'd faced. Fiona listened intently, occasionally jotting down notes.
"From what you've described, it sounds like you're adapting on the fly a lot," Fiona said. "That's impressive, but it's also stressful and inefficient. What you need is a proactive plan for each venue—a blueprint you can adjust as needed, but one that gives you a solid starting point."
Tanya leaned forward. "How do we do that? Each space is so different."
Fiona tapped her clipboard. "The key is to start with universal principles. Traffic flow, spacing, visibility. Once you have those nailed down, you can customize for each location."
Harold chimed in. "That sounds great in theory, but we don't always get much time to prep these spaces."
"Which is why you need templates," Fiona said. "I'll help you create a few for different types of venues—small, medium, large. That way, you're not starting from scratch every time."
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By the end of the meeting, the team was buzzing with renewed energy. Fiona's confidence and clear strategies inspired them, and Clara felt like they'd found a missing piece of the puzzle.
After Fiona left, Clara turned to Rachel. "You were right. She's exactly what we needed."
Rachel grinned. "Told you. Sometimes it takes an outsider to see the things we can't."
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That evening, Clara reflected on the day's progress. For the first time in weeks, she felt like they were moving in the right direction—not just reacting to problems but building a foundation to prevent them.
The road ahead was still long, but with allies like Rachel, Fiona, and the rest of the team, Clara felt ready to face whatever came next. The exhibit's mission was too important to let logistical hiccups stand in its way.
Tomorrow, they'd start drafting those templates. And this time, Clara was determined to get ahead of the challenges before they had a chance to derail the project.
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