Chapter 18

It was going to be a long day.

As part of learning marketing, Darren James, the biggest marketing professional in Michigan, thought to test their skills on the subject by making them sell tee shirts and props for the forthcoming Last Day of the Summer fest being held in the resort.

“And that is the last batch of our props."

A weary looking Tobias said, dropping the bag filled with shirts, hoodies, face caps, summer hats, and what-not, on the floor beside a freaked out Colleen.

“Whoa! That’s a lot. And we’re supposed to sell everything before. . .”

“8 pm today.”

“Now that is next to impossible in the Oxford dictionary.” .

“Tell that to sweet sensation, Darren James,”

Jessalyn Russo said from behind them. “He thinks that because he can sell things with a snap of his fingers, everybody should, too.”

“When really, all that is going for him is his good looks,” Liz added, her face contorted in a frown as she looked over the bags next to Colleen. “Our bag is just as big as this. And it’