The sound of the bell attached to the front shop door drew Michael from his work reluctantly. He really needed to hire someone to take care of the storefront while he was working sooner or later. That involved more money, or maybe a slave. Neither idea appealed to him at the moment though. More money meant more work and less time on his private projects and a slave meant training them and praying his brother wouldnt come around... again.
"Coming." Michael called out as he walked through the door to the front of the shop. "Hello, Welcome to the Clockwork shop. How can I help you lovely ladies today?" He asked with a polite smile.