Chapter 62 - Jo Thompson

Jo POV

“When can I expect the delivery? We are kind of in a hurry. I can pay extra if it means that they will deliver the chair today or tomorrow,” I let out to the sales assistant that is typing away on her computer. I just bought the most incredible feeding chair for the nursery.

“The earliest we can deliver is next week,” she tells me without even glancing up. I take a deep breath and bump my head on the counter softly. She finally looks at me, and I smile.

“Look, my best friend went into labour today, she wasn’t supposed to for a few weeks, I just want to have the nursery ready for when she comes home, and for that I need that chair,” I tell her trying to get her to feel sympathetic to the cause. “I am sure that the Ashfords will shop here often if I get things ready,” I say, throwing their surname out loud.

I finally get her full attention. “Ashford? As in from the Ashford Media?” She asks and I nod. They are well known in New York, especially be