Smelling Roses (Helena)
"I swear to God, Marv, if I don't get Israeli roses here by two o'clock I will have your balls, in a jar, in the back cooler of the shop. I paid for Israeli roses. I expect Israeli roses. So deliver, Marv. Snip snip."
Dinah wasn't exactly the sort of person to threaten the reproductive organs of flower brokers. She needed a good working relationship with them in order to keep her business running, but Marv Hecht was a different story. Marv had been the broker for mom's shop back in the day and she'd known him her whole life. She also knew that Marv needed motivation and she suspected that he secretly enjoyed trying to figure out if Dinah's threats were genuine. Dinah herself wasn't sure, but she was sure she had ordered the roses. They had been a fancy request from a prestigious client, an order that could make or break things. They had to be here and so far they were late.
"Ugh!" Dinah screamed in frustration after she hung up the phone. Vases lining the wall rattled. The girl who worked for her calling out sick had gotten the day off on a bad foot. The roses were making things worse.