Callie made a face."I'm not sure that I am."She looked down at the photo again."It seems wrong."
"I don't see why," said Ollie."I really don't.If the Stratton name brought eyeballs, that's all it did.It's your work that kept them."He pointed at the thousands of likes on the image of the mug."They wouldn't be there if people were only interested in who Oliver Stratton's dating.I bet you've got lots of messages wanting to buy your work as well, haven't you?"
She inhaled sharply."I don't know.I haven't looked yet."
He chuckled as he handed back her phone."I think you should."
She couldn't believe it as she scrolled through all the messages — asking about pricing, asking about delivery time, asking about quantities.There was even a specialty store in San Francisco that wanted to stock her work.
Her heart was pounding as she looked back up at Ollie."Is this real?"
He grinned."Yep.It's real, Callie.And you've earned it."
She shook her head slowly."I've done no such thing.This is all Delaney."
"No.Delaney knows how to present things right.But no matter what she does, demand wouldn't be there if people didn't love your work."
Callie let out a breath."This is all a lot to take in.How the heck am I supposed to meet all these orders?There's no way, Ollie."
He grinned."You don't need to meet them all.You get to be selective now."
She jumped when her phone buzzed in her hand."This is Delaney," she told him.
"I'll let you talk to her."
"No, it's just a text," she said as she opened it.
Delaney:Have you seen the post yet?I should have warned you, but I thought it might take a little while to get traction.As you can see, I was wrong about that.Hope you're not mad about the photo of you and Ollie.When I watched you guys walk out onto the dance floor at Muse, I couldn't resist.I knew it would come in handy.Say you're not mad.
Callie held her phone out to Ollie, and he read it with a smile."I'm not mad.Are you?"
She shook her head slowly."No.How could I be?"
She tapped out a reply.
Callie:I'm not mad.I am kind of blown away.What happens now?What do I need to do?
Delaney's response came quickly.
Delaney:Not a damn thing, girl.And don't worry about any of it.They'll wait.But all you need to remember for now is one basic law of business — when demand exceeds supply, you're golden.Talk Monday.Have a great weekend.
She held it up for Ollie to read, and he nodded happily."There's no denying she's good at what she does."
"There's not," said Callie."But seriously, Ollie — how am I going to make that many?"
He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her."You're not going to make that many.That's what she means.Now you have this massive audience who all want your work, but you can only make so many pieces.That's where your prices go up.A lot."
She raised her eyebrows."But what's a lot?Like ten times?"
He chuckled."If I know Delaney, it'll be more like a hundred times.At least."
"Damn, Ollie."
He laughed and started steering her toward the house."It's only because you're so damn good, Callie.You'd better get used to it.You're going to be a famous name around here."
Her step faltered at that."But I don't want to be."
There was no mistaking that he looked relieved when she said it.And she had to ask."You don't want that either, do you?"
