For the rest of the morning, Mia worked harder than I'd ever seen her work. She called customers who had appointments, reassured them that the rumours were completely false, and explained that Lawson Customs had been operating honestly for years.
She contacted suppliers who hadn't cancelled yet and asked them to confirm upcoming deliveries.
She even started responding to some of the online comments.
I helped where I could, although my frustration grew with every hour.
By lunchtime, the shelves looked even emptier.
"This is going to hurt us." I admitted and Mia looked at me.
"Only if we let it." She said.
"I don't know how much longer we can operate if suppliers keep pulling out." I said.
"We'll find new ones." She said.
"That easy?" I asked.
"No. But we're not exactly known for d
