would we need to do?”
I stopped.
Finally.
That was the right question.
“Upgrade inventory control. Diversify two critical suppliers. Replace your manual production scheduling. Improve on-time delivery above ninety-seven percent for two consecutive quarters.”
Dad listened without interrupting.
“And then?”
“Then submit a bid.”
“No guarantee?”
“No.”
He took a slow breath.
“All right.”
I expected resistance.
There was none.
Instead, he extended his hand through the barrier.
Not as my father.
As the owner of a manufacturing company.
I shook it.
“I’ll earn it,” he said.
“I hope
