Thursday, July 24, 2014

More Than Pancakes By Christine DePetrillo

MORE THAN PANCAKES
BY CHRISTINE DEPETRILLO
 
Lily Hinsdale spends her California days designing extravagant hotels for Utopia Resorts. Her nights are filled with the glitz and glamour of upscale parties. Until her grandmother dies and leaves Lily property in wretched Vermont. The woods mean only one thing to Lily—nightmares. When Utopia wants the land for development, Lily is forced to travel to a place she’d rather forget.
 
Rick Stannard makes maple syrup and builds barns in the peace and quiet of picturesque Vermont. Noisy New York City nearly killed him a few years back, and now he lives a calm, simple life with his coyote, Poe, and his beloved book collection. It’s the only way he’s guaranteed to wake up each morning.
 
When Lily marches her expensive boots onto Rick’s land and proposes turning it into a mega resort, the serenity of the woods is shattered. Lily always closes a deal. Rick never intends to sell. They’ll need to compromise, or someone else will do it for them. Someone who is not afraid of the woods or the city.
 
Or spilling a little blood.
 
 
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First Chapter:
 

“Leave it, Poe. Quit fooling around.”

Rick Stannard wrestled his glove away from his coyote. She was forever burying, slobbering all over, or chewing holes in his good work gloves. Ever since he’d rescued the abandoned, starving pup from the woods at the edge of his property, he’d been living with the eccentricities of having an animal meant for the wild living in his cabin. He’d trained her. Knew she wouldn’t attack him while he slept, but now and then, her feral nature would flare up. Poe considered it playing, and most of the time so did Rick, but today he had to insert the taps on his maple trees and inspect the lines. The sap was about to run and that meant the Stannard Mountain Pure Vermont Maple Syrup Company—Rick’s company—was all systems green.

“C’mon, you beast. We don’t have all morning to waste. We’ve got work to do.” Rick gave a final tug that freed his glove from Poe’s jaws. He stumbled back, landing on his backside on the hickory floor of his small kitchen. “Brat.” He swiped Poe’s muzzle with his glove.

The coyote licked his hand and happily trotted beside Rick as he went into the garage to load his sled with the necessary tools. Clothed in his snow pants, thermal shirt, fleece jacket, knit hat, boots, and snowshoes, Rick was ready for a day out on his three-hundred acre property in the woods of Danton, Vermont. He’d upgraded his equipment, all gravity-fed lines, about three years back. The only assistance he accepted was from his aunt, Joy Stannard, and his cousins, Hope and Sage, who ran the bakery and book swap storefront of the business during the late winter and early spring months. Customers needed a cozy, friendly little shop from which to purchase their maple products. Rick didn’t do cozy or friendly, but Aunt Joy and his cousins excelled in both areas.

Leaving the sled outside, he pushed open the door to the storefront and let Poe scurry in first.

“Morning, Rick! I was thinking if we arranged the tables this way, it would allow for more interaction between customers, and if the customers interact more, this place could become the social center of Danton. It would mean more sales, more book swapping, more action. Sometimes this place can be such a tomb, but with the tables like this, maybe some hot, interesting guys will come in and whisk me away to—”

Rick held up two hands to stop Hope from continuing her verbal assault. Too much. Too early.

“Sorry.” Hope pushed in a chair at one of the tables she’d moved. “I forgot you aren’t a morning person.”

“Isn’t much of an afternoon or evening person either,” Sage, Hope’s sister, called from behind the pastry case where she had been vacuuming the shelves.

Rick shot her a glare to which she responded with a snarl that ended in a grin.

“What brings you amongst the people, Grouch?” Sage gathered her long, blond hair into a ponytail then leaned against the pastry case.

Rick pointed down to his winter attire. “What does it look like I’m going to do?”

“Sumo wrestle with Bigfoot?” Hope offered, making Sage chuckle.

“If you weren’t so busy turning this place into a dating club, you’d know what’s going on.” Rick pulled his glove off to scratch Poe between the ears as the coyote pushed her muzzle into his knee.

“I’m not turning it into a dating club, Rick.” Hope gestured to the tables arranged in a tight little formation that made him a little claustrophobic. “It looks better this way, doesn’t it?”

“It looked fine the old way.” Rick shrugged.

“How is it that you’re only six years older than me but seem as if you’re eighty-six years older?” Sage asked. “Change is good, old man.”

He knew Sage was only busting his chops, but it stung a little today. He didn’t know why, which made him feel exactly like an old man.

“I don’t care what you do with the tables, Hope, as long as there are tables and they’re clean.” Rick headed for the door. “Where’s Aunt Joy?” And why do I want her around? Because Hope and Sage are picking on me? Foolish.

“She went into town to buy some fabric. Don’t freak out, Rick.” Hope grabbed his biceps and opened her brown eyes real wide as she stood on tiptoes in a useless attempt to look him in the eye. “She wants to make new curtains for these windows. Now I realize she didn’t clear it with you first, O Master of Keeping the Status Quo, but I don’t think a curtain change will destroy the world as we know it.”

Rick growled at Hope, and she laughed along with Sage. Even Poe let out a few short barks that sounded like chuckling.

“Whose side are you on, mutt?” He nudged Poe with his knee, and the coyote let out a whimper of apology.

“You headed out now?” Sage asked.

“Yep.”

“Take this.” Sage placed a thermos on top of the pastry case and slid it toward him. “Minestrone like no other, Cuz.”

For all her poking fun, Sage took care of him just as Aunt Joy and Hope did. They were his family, all he had. All he needed. 

“Thanks.” He took the thermos and held it out of Poe’s reach as the coyote tried to climb up his leg for it. “Down. No meat in this one.” He tapped her on the nose, and Poe sank to all fours. Even if the soup did have meat in it, he wasn’t sharing. Everything Sage made tasted like heaven. That was what made her a fantastic caterer when it wasn’t sugaring season. She was busy cooking all times of the year. And her cookies? Off the charts tasty.

“I’ve got some website updates I’ve been working on.” Hope gestured to her laptop on one of the tables she’d moved. She handled all their online sales, promotional materials, and website. She was awesome at it too, which was good because Rick didn’t want to handle that stuff. Lots of people didn’t want to handle that stuff, so Hope was busy with that work in the off season.

“Okay,” Rick said. “Make them happen. I’m sure it’s all good.”

Hope patted his cheek. “I love that I have you trained to believe I’m always right.”

“Except when you move my tables.”   

Hope stuck her tongue out at him then said, “Don’t get lost out there.”

“Have I ever?” Rick zipped the front of his fleece coat.

“No,” Sage said, “but we can dream.” She smiled sweetly and turned on the vacuum again.

He could still hear his cousins’ laughter as he left the store with Poe on his heels. He put on his hat and picked up the cable attached to his sled. A day out in the tranquility of the woods stretched before him, and he couldn’t think of a more perfect way to spend his time. The morning sky was clear, and a fresh snow had fallen last night making his property seem like uncharted territory, free from any indications of civilization.

On a whistle, Rick and Poe headed out. His snowshoes cut a trail across the blank white page of his land, and he fell into the easy rhythm of his work. He moved at a steady pace, covering more ground than he’d expected. The terrain was a bit hilly in this section of the sugar bush, but he pushed onward. He chewed up some of his time watching a moose and her calf at the edge of the still frozen Cassie’s Pond. The cow’s ears constantly twitched as she listened for signs of danger. The baby huddled beside her, its thick brown coat lightly dusted with snow.

When a hawk cried overhead, the cow nudged her baby and the two wandered deeper into the woods. Woods that weren’t a part of Rick’s property, but were tapped by him. When he’d first started his syrup business on his land, he’d cut a deal with his neighbor to lease and tap her trees. She received a specified amount of money per tap for the intrusion, which she didn’t seem to mind, and Rick always supplied her with free syrup every year. She was a great neighbor. Not around much and as respectful of his privacy as he was of hers. A marvelous business arrangement if such a concept existed. Someday Rick hoped to own her land when she was ready to sell it and double his empire without having to go all big city and corporate.

He continued inserting spiles until the sun faded and hunger knocked on the walls of his stomach. He’d install the taps on his neighbor’s trees tomorrow and spend tonight going through three boxes of donated books back at his cabin for the book swap. The bonus was he got first dibs on anything of interest in the donations, and he’d made some good finds in the past. An early edition Kafka. A leather-bound collection of Shakespeare plays. An autographed Jane Austen. Those finds were now displayed on the floor to ceiling bookcases that lined three of Rick’s living room walls.

Anticipating the buzz he always got when surrounded by books, he pulled his sled around to head home, but as he turned he dropped the rope attached to the sled. He was on enough of a hill that the sled immediately slid away from him. Not wanting to have to chase the sled and his tools all the way to the bottom, Rick ran after it in his snowshoes.

No easy feat.

He started off all right until the tip of his left snowshoe got caught under a fallen branch hidden below the snow. His ankle made an unnatural grinding sound as his foot stayed wedged in one direction and his body fell the opposite way. He let out a howl of pain that had Poe darting over to sniff his face.

“Back, Poe.” Rick pushed the coyote out of his space, but she circled around him, sniffing and whimpering.

The hurt in his ankle was a slow burning that got hotter as he tried to release his boot from the snowshoe. Every movement sent ripples of fire up his entire left leg. After too many minutes of struggling, he finally managed to unfasten the straps. His foot spilled off the snowshoe and when it landed in the snow, he hurled a shout into the arm of his fleece jacket. The muffled agony further agitated Poe who began howling. A few dogs replied, and Rick suddenly felt very Stephen King.

Not a great feeling.

Knowing it would be dark soon, he tried to stand. That went okay until he put his weight on his left foot and crumpled right back down to the ground.

Dammit. I don’t need this now.

He grumbled under his breath as Poe ran a little ahead of their position and then galloped back to him. When she came close enough to sniff him again, he grabbed her. Pointing her toward the sled resting at the bottom of the hill, he said, “Go get it. Get it, Poe.”

Poe barked once and shot down the hill toward the sled. She dug in the snow a bit and touched her nose to the ground. When she raised her head, the rope was in her teeth. She bounded back up the hill with the sled gliding along behind her, and Rick cursed over his stupidity.

What good is having a coyote if I don’t know how to use her?

Poe continued past him with the sled until it rested on level land. The coyote stood by the sled and barked at him as if to say, “C’mon. Let’s go.”

“Would love to, Poe.” As much as he didn’t want to, Rick untied his boot and slid it off with a few grunts of pain. He removed his thermal sock and glanced at the instant swelling in his ankle. That was the last thing he saw.  

When he opened his eyes again, the snow-covered canopy of trees had been replaced by the tongue-and-groove pine ceiling of his living room. He was still in the jeans he’d worn during the day and his thermal shirt, but a flannel blanket had been thrown over him. Good thing too, because he was freezing.

And maybe a little dizzy. Definitely tired as all hell.

“You awake, sugar?” Aunt Joy came in from the kitchen.

He attempted to sit up, but found he didn’t have the strength.

“Easy, Rick. Take it slow.” Aunt Joy stood over him with a smile on her face he knew was forced.

“How’d I get back here?”

“When nine o’clock rolled around and we didn’t see this face,” she bent to pat his cheek, “we knew something not good had happened.”

Aunt Joy helped him wiggle up to a sitting position on the couch, and a plastic air cast spanning up to his calf stared back at him from the armrest on the other end. Rick let out a groan and flopped his head onto the back of the couch.

“Yeah, it’s severely sprained. Doctor Reslin made a special house call so we didn’t have to take you to the h-o-s-p-i-t-a-l.” Aunt Joy whispered the letters, and despite his situation, Rick appreciated the woman’s tenderness. She knew better than anybody how much he hated hospitals.

“The police found you in the snow, one shoe on, one shoe off, and out cold in more ways than one.” Aunt Joy sat on the edge of the old chest Rick used as a coffee table and rested her chin in her hands. “Gave an old lady a good scare, sugar. I don’t like when you do that.”

He pulled his gaze from the cast and looked at Aunt Joy’s face. Her brown eyes were watery, her nose a little red. He reached his hand over and tugged one of hers out from beneath her chin. Giving it a squeeze, he said, “I’m sorry, Aunt Joy. I tripped. It was stupid.”

“It was an accident. Could happen to anyone.” She placed her other hand atop his. “Just glad you’re okay. You’re a miserable hermit most of the time, but I kind of love you, you know?”

“I love you too.”

“Of course you do. Nobody takes better care of you than me.” Aunt Joy patted his cheek again and stood. “Okay, here’s the scoop. Cast for a few weeks. Stay off the ankle for the rest of this week and keep it elevated, then Doc left you a cane so you can hobble around.”

Rick opened his mouth to protest, but Aunt Joy waved him off. “I know. I know. ‘Aunt Joy, how am I supposed to stay off my feet when there’s so much to do?’ Listen, kid, this is the way the cards got dealt this hand. Roll with it.”

She made it sound like no big deal. No big deal that he was reduced to the functioning level of an infant during a key time for his syrup business.

“It doesn’t hurt that much,” Rick said.

“That’s because you’ve got these in you.” Aunt Joy reached to an end table by the couch and shook an orange bottle of prescription pills. “Wonder drugs. Once they wear off, you’ll be writhing in pain.” She leaned in close to his ear. “Here’s a tip, sugar. Don’t let them wear off.”

 

****

 

 


Excerpt #1:

 

As he continued stacking books, Poe padded to the door and woofed once at it.

“No customers today, Poe. Not yet.” 

She barked again at the door and as she sat by it, a soft knock echoed in the store. Rick put down the books he had in his lap and limped to the nearest window. A Jeep he didn’t recognize was in front of the store along with footprints in the remaining patch of snow. The knock came again, but he couldn’t see who was at the door. He contemplated not answering as he often did when the phone rang, but figured it wouldn’t waste much time to explain the store wasn’t open yet.

He ambled to the door, resting his hand on the tables as he passed by without the cane. As he neared the door, another knock sounded.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “I’m coming.” He cursed his slowness and hoped he’d be rid of the cast soon. Not likely, judging by the ache, but a man could hope.

He reached the door and pulled it open. What was standing on the other side of it made him forget his own name.

A woman. Not much shorter than him with reddish-blond hair that brushed her shoulders and curled about a face meant for makeup commercials. Her skin had a wonderful glow he’d never seen on any native Vermonter, and her eyes were blue-green jewels. Slim, black jeans spanned down two long, shapely legs and disappeared into brown, knee-high leather boots that belonged on a runway not on his partly muddy, partly snowy doorstep. The rust-colored dress coat that hung to her thighs also seemed out of place in this setting, but not out of place on her. The woman was perfection in that coat, and the cream-colored scarf she had looped around her neck fascinated Rick.

Poe barked and the woman jumped. “Is that a coyote?” Her voice, soft yet assertive, matched her delicate mouth and intense eyes, but she looked as if she were ready to run for her vehicle.

“Yeah, but she won’t hurt you. She’s been raised to think she’s a big hamster.” What is this woman doing here? Then the pieces fell into place in his mind. “You’re one of Hope or Sage’s friends, right?” That had to be it, but he didn’t remember ever seeing this one. He didn’t think he could forget her if he had seen her. God, she was tall.

“No,” she said. “I don’t know Hope or Sage. I’m looking for whoever signed this.” She pulled an envelope out of her shoulder bag and rifled through it. While keeping a wary eye on Poe, she handed Rick one of the documents, and he scanned it quickly.

“You’re looking for me then.” Why did that make something in his stomach tighten?

“You’re the neighbor? You knew Gail Hinsdale?” A section of snow slid off the roof and landed in a pile about a foot away from the woman. She stumbled back and threw a glance all around her, almost dropping the envelope in the process.

“Come in,” Rick said, though he hadn’t remembered consciously deciding to invite her inside.

“Thank you.” She knocked the mud and snow off her boots and squeezed past him into the store. She smelled like grapefruit and coconut and sunshine. Like something far too exotic to be here with him. “Could you…” She motioned to Poe and made a shooing gesture with her gloved hand.

“Sure. C’mon, Poe.” Rick smacked his thigh and shuffled toward the kitchen behind the pastry case. He pushed open the door and guided Poe in. She whimpered on the other side when she realized he’d locked the door.

Poor girl. Rick felt like a big, fat meany.

“I appreciate that. Wild animals unsettle me.” The woman pulled off her leather gloves to reveal long, slim fingers with nails polished a deep crimson.

“She’s not wild,” Rick said. 

“Right. Tell that to her teeth.” The woman dropped the envelope on one of the tables and unlooped the scarf to expose a slender neck. She turned in a tight circle to survey the store. What was she thinking? She obviously came from a place where the stores didn’t look like his.

“You knew Gail Hinsdale?” She leveled her gaze on Rick, then flicked a glance down to his ankle. “Do you want to sit down?”

“I think I’m supposed to ask you that.” He indicated the chair across from the one he currently had a death grip on.

She slid the chair out and sat on it, but just on the edge, not like she meant to stay for any length of time. This saddened Rick, because for the first time in his life, he didn’t have the urge to get rid of company.

He eased onto the opposite chair, and the muscles in his entire body relaxed as the pressure was taken off his ankle. The woman noticed.

“What happened there?” She peeked under the table.

“Snowshoeing incident.” He shrugged, determined not to explain any further though the woman waited a moment as if he might. “How is Gail? I haven’t seen her in a little while.”

The woman’s lips twisted down at the corners, and Rick had this ridiculous urge to scoot over to her side of the table and… and do something.

“Gail died.” Those piercing blue-green eyes grew watery. “My grandmother is gone.”

“I’m so sorry,” Rick said. “She was real generous with allowing me to tap her trees. Nearly doubled my productivity.” He had reaped nothing but benefits from his arrangement with Gail Hinsdale. One of the smartest, healthiest business moves he’d ever made. 

“She left me the property.” The woman extended her hand. “I’m Lily Hinsdale.”

Taking her hand in his and noting how cold her fingers were, he said, “Rick Stannard.” He looked at the envelope again. “Are you thinking of moving to the property?”

At this, Lily let out a loud laugh. “Moving to Vermont? Are you serious? I don’t want to be here right now, never mind live here.” She brushed her hair out of her face with a shaky finger.

“What’s wrong with Vermont?” Rick asked. It was the perfect place as far as he was concerned.

“Umm, everything.” Lily stretched her magnificent legs out to the side of the table and peered down at her boots. Cringing, she knocked her heels together letting caked mud drop to the floor. “Vermont is no California.”

 

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Excerpt #2:

 

With a stop to check a few taps, he confirmed the sap wasn’t running yet, but it would be. He could feel it in the air. The woods were beginning to smell like the woods again after being asleep under the snow for months. This was truly his favorite time of the year. This in-between time, when one season surrendered to the next. When the trees shared their natural goodness with him so he could make a living on the land he loved.

When… an ugly cream-colored Jeep was parked in front of his store.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He shuffled as fast as he could with Poe jogging along beside him.

He swung open the door and marched in to find Aunt Joy, Hope, and Sage sitting at a table. With her. Their laughter filled the empty store and burrowed right underneath his skin.

“What are you doing?” he roared.

All four women jumped in their seats, and Rick had to contain his satisfaction. He hooked the cane on the nearest chair and limped over to them. Pointing a finger at Lily, he said, “You. Get out. Now.”

“Rick,” Aunt Joy said. “Where have your manners gone?”

My manners? Are you kidding me?” He lasered a glare at Lily. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’re not welcome here.”

“That’s it,” Sage said to Hope. “He’s finally lost all of his social skills.”

“Shut up, Sage.”

Sage shrank back in her seat, and Rick clamped his mouth shut. He didn’t usually snap at his cousins like that. This… this outsider was turning him into a monster.

“Did she tell you what she’s doing here?” He gestured to Lily. Why does she have to be wearing a low-cut, black sweater that hugs her amazing body? He shook his head and looked back to Sage.

“She’s staying at Gail’s house,” Hope said. “Gail passed away. She was Lily’s grandmother.” Hope rested a hand on Lily’s and gave her a compassionate look.

“So maybe you could try to act like a human, Rick,” Sage said, “and be nice to the girl who just lost her grandmother, huh?” She shook her feathery blond hair out of her face.

“I’m not going to be nice to her,” he said. “She’s leaving.” He slid Lily’s purse off the back of the chair and made a move to grab her by the bicep.

“Rick, you will not lay a hand on our guest.” Aunt Joy’s tone froze his hand just shy of Lily.

“It’s okay, Joy,” Lily said.

Joy? First name basis. So nice we’re all chums here.

Rick tossed Lily’s purse onto the table where it landed like a bag of rocks. It upended the saucer Lily’s teacup rested on and sent the tea into her lap. She popped up from her seat as did Aunt Joy, Hope, and Sage.

“Rick!” his aunt and cousins said together.

He tried to feel triumphant over the dark, wet stain on Lily’s light blue jeans, but he couldn’t get past the way the denim molded to her thighs and tapered down her legs. Amazingly long legs. She was so much taller than his aunt and his cousins. They were mere dolls next to her.

“Get some towels, Hope,” Aunt Joy said as she handed Lily some napkins in the meantime. “I’m sorry about my nephew.” She turned to Rick. “What’s your problem? This is Robert Hinsdale’s daughter. Robert Hinsdale, the actor. The one I adore,” she said through clenched teeth. “I know you don’t do people very well, but I’ve never seen you be this rude.”

“Tell them.” Rick stared at Lily, and she swallowed as if she had trouble doing so. He’d interrupted her game, her attempt to win over his family then dive in for the kill.

“Tell us what?” Sage asked.

“This is not Miss Hinsdale’s first trip in here, is it?” He pulled another chair over and sat. He would have loved to remain standing to appear more imposing, but his ankle was screaming from walking so fast to the store. Plus, his foot was soaked with mud.

“I stopped in yesterday.” Lily took a towel from Hope and dabbed at the stain on her jeans. “To make a deal with Mr. Stannard.”

“What kind of a deal?” Aunt Joy sounded suspicious now. Good.

“Well, I was getting around to telling you before the Abominable Snowman came in.” She shot Rick a glare. “I work for Utopia Resorts and—”

“Those fancy hotels with the themes?” Sage asked.

“So not everyone is a recluse up here, I see.” Lily nodded at Sage. “Yes, I design those resorts.”

“Oh, my God,” Hope said. “Sage and I have been saving a little money every year with the wild notion of visiting one of those resorts sometime.”

“You have?” Lily and Rick said at the same time. Lily with encouragement, Rick with disdain.

“Well, sure,” Sage said. “They’re beautiful hotels and who wouldn’t want to escape this.” She threw her hands out indicating everything around her. “I mean, I love it here and all, but it is a bit monotonous.”

“And quiet,” Hope added. “So quiet.”

“I’ve noticed the quiet.” Lily folded the towel and placed it on the table. “California is not like this at all.”

“No, it isn’t,” Rick said. “And I’m not going to let you turn Vermont into another California. One is all we need.”

“I never said I wanted to recreate California here,” Lily said, a laughing edge to her voice that irritated Rick. “If you’d let me finish my discussion yesterday, you would have seen that Utopia wants to keep this resort natural, outdoorsy.”

“And get rid of my home, my business, my woods.” Rick shook his head. “Not going to happen. I don’t want to live next door to a fancy resort either. No one around here does.”

“I’m sorry about your grandmother,” Aunt Joy finally said, “but I have to agree with my nephew. This is no place for a mega-resort.”

Finally. Someone is making some sense. Rick nodded at Aunt Joy, and she patted his hand.

Lily reached into her bag and pulled out a small laptop. “Let me show you some of the designs I’ve drawn up.”

“We’re not interested, Miss Hinsdale,” Rick said. But why was he interested in the way her strawberry curls fell around her neck? In the small freckle below her right eye?

BIO

Christine DePetrillo tried not being a writer. She attempted to ignore the voices in her head, but they would not stop. The only way she could achieve peace and quiet was to write the stories the voices demanded. Today, she writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the power of love.
 
She lives in Rhode Island and occasionally Vermont with her husband, two cats, and a big, black German Shepherd who guards her fiercely against all evils.  
 
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5 comments:


  1. ومعدات للجدران ومعدات لتنظيف الدرايش (الشبابيك) أيضا وأما عن طريقة عملنا في عملية تنظيف الخزانات في شركة حكايه بعد أن يقوم العميل بالإتصال بنا للإبلاغنا
    أنه يريد تنظيف شقتة يقوم المندوب المختص بإستقبال مكالمات العملأ وهي ماتسمي (خدمة العملأ) لدينا شركة شركة تنظيف خزانات بالطائف
    يقوم المندوب الذي قام بإستقبال المكالمة بالإستفسار من
    العميل عن كل ما يحتاجه في عملية تنظيف الشقق وبعد أن يقوم مندوبنا بإستقبال مكالمة العميلوبعد الإنتهاء من الإستفسارعن كل ما يحتاجه العميل في عملية تنظيف الشقه لديه يقوم مندوبنا

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  2. تعتبر شركتنا شركة المهندس الشركه الأولي في مجال
    شركة تنظيف بالطائف سواء كانت فلل أو شقق أواستراحات أواحواش أومجالس أو شركة تنظيف خزانات
    أو شركة تنظيف مسابح شركة تنظيف فلل حيث تقوم شركة المهندس الكثير في مجال شركة تنظيف فلل في أعمال التنظيف الشامله للفلل
    من الداخل والخارج تكون عملية التنظيف من الداخل للفلا المراد تنظيفها أوالذي يحتاج لعملية التنظيف حيث أن عملية التنظيف لاتقتصر علي مكان معين للتنظيف ولكن عملية التنظيف لدينا تشمل كل ما يحتاج
    لعملية التنظيف سواء شركة تنظيف أو شركة تنظيف منازل أو تنظيف مجالس وكنب وموكيت وفرشات
    ويوجد لدينا أعمال التنظيف بالبخار وأيضا كما
    شركة تنظيف بالاحساء ذكر تتم عملية التنظيف من قبلنا نحن شركة المهندس لجميع ما يحتاج لعملية التنظيف للفلل سواء يحتاج لتنظيف العادي أو التنظيف بالبخار
    حيث تتم عملية تنظيف فنجد أن الفلل تختلف أولا من حيث المساحه وثانيا من حيث نوعها سواء كانت فيلا جديده أو فيلا مستعمله فنحن شركة تنظيف
    لدينا جميع الطرق والمعدات والمواد والعماله الماهره لتنفيذ عملية التنظيف فنجد الإختلاف من حيث لو كانت عملية التنظيف سوف تكون فلل الجديده فتكون الفيلا علي الأرضيات أثار من عملية التنظيف كما نقدم
    شركة تنظيف خزانات بالطائف كالدهانات
    والإسمنت والجبس وأشياء كثيره فلذلك فإن الجديده تحتاج أرضياتها لعملية جلي لإزالة هذه الأشياء وأيضا نستغرق وقت أطول وتحتاج إلي جهد أكبر وتحتاج لعملية نقل أثاث لأن الفيلا
    جديده ويتطلب لها عملية التنظيف ليسكنها العميل وأسرته ولذلك بعد الإنتهاء من عملية التنظيف
    شركة تسليك مجارى بالطائف ولأن شركتنا تعتمد كل الاعتماد على الأساليب والتقنيات الحديثة والمتميزه ؛ فنحن لا نعتمد على عاملين من الشوارع بل اننا نعتمد على أفضل العماله المتميزه والمحترفه والتى تم تأهيلهم وتدريبهم لكى يستطيعون ويتكيفون فى التعامل مع اصعب
    شركة تسليك مجاري بالطائف الظروف الصعبه من التعرف على اماكن انسدادات المجرى ونحن شركتنا شركه تسليك مجارى نتبع الأساليب الحديثة ؛ لذلك يمكننا الان الحديث عن أفضل الطرق التى تعتمد عليها الشركة

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  3. خصم 20% علي جميع خدماتنا اتصل الان علي 0547099453
    شركة المحترف
    شركة مكافحة حشرات بالخبر
    نقدم في شركة المحترف افضل شركة مكافحة حشرات بالاحساء - الجبيل - الخبر - القطيف الحمدلله تم اختيار شركتنا شركة المحترف الشركه الافضل بالمنطقة الشرقية تم اختيار شركتنا من ثقة عملائنا الكرام بشركتنا وكل هذال الثقه
    شركة مكافحة حشرات بالاحساء
    ليسة من فراغ فتقدم شركتنا افضل العروض والتائج في ذالك المجال فنحن نقدم افضل العروض والخصمات من اجل عملائنا الكرام الذين قامو بتعامل معنا ومنحو شركتنا ثقه كبيرا جدا في ذالك المجال مجال شركة مكافحة حشرات فنحن نقول لك ايها العزيز اذا كان لديك منزل مالئ بالحشرات وتحتاج شركه مكافحة حشرات لتخلصك من جميع الحشرات التي داخل منزل فسوف تحتاج شركه منسبه لك من حيث الامانه والتقنيه العاليا من اجهزتها والجوده العاليا والخبره والكفائه في ذالك المجال فنحن نقول لك نحن الشركه التي انت تبحث عنها منز وقت طويل فنحن لدينا افضل الفنين ولمهندسين في ذالك المجال اتصل نصلك اينما كنت
    شركة مكافحة حشرات بالقطيف
    في شركة المحترف ستجد كل ماهوا جديد ومهم في عالم المكافحه فمكافحة الحشرات امر مهم جدا وستحتاج شركه لتخلصك من هذا الحشرات المزعجه التي داخل منزلك ومن انواع الحشرات الخطيره التي تتكاثر بشده في المنزل حشرت النمل الابيض فاذا وجد هذا الحشره بمنزلك فاعلم انا الخراب سيحل الي منزلك فهذا الحشره ستوجهلك مشاكل كثيره مثل التاكل في الابواب والشبابيك او الدرايش التي بالمنزل وتعمل الي نقل الامراض داخل منزلك مثل مرض البهاق ومرض احمار الجلد فاكل هذا اضرار علي اسرتك فاذا وجد هذا الحشره بمنزلك اتصل بنا فور حدوث المشكله اتصل بنا وسوف نرسل
    شركة مكافحة حشرات بالجبيل
    لك المهندسين المتخصصين بذالك المجال والفنين ليقضو علي جميع الحشرات الطائره والزاحفه بالمنزل شركة المحترف اسم يعني الثقه في مجال مكافحة الحشرات اتصل نصلك انما كنت نحن متواجدون علي مدار 24 ساعه في خدمتكم
    شركة تنظيف كنب سجاد موكيت بالقطيف
    شركة تنظيف كنب سجاد موكيت بالجبيل

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  4. تفخر شركتنا شركة فارس الفرسان 0530260633 بانها واحدة من افضل شركات تسليك مجارى بالدمام والمنطقة الشرقية - الاحساء – الجبيل – الخبر - القطيف
    فنحن نمتلك السيارات والمعدات اللازمة لتقديم خدمات
    شركة تسليك مجارى بالخبر
    بافضل طرق واساليب النجاح التي من خلالها يتم التخلص من الروائح الكريهة
    والغازات الملازمة لامتلاء البيارات حيث من اضرار امتلاء البيارت ظهور
    رائحة كريهة بالمنزل وتراكم الحشرات خصوصا الصراصير والفئران
    والذباب
    حيث من الخدمات التي تقدمها هو العمل بامان تام لخدماتنا التي نقدمها
    وتقدم
    شركة تسليك مجارى بالاحساء شركة فارس الفرسان من خلال عدة خطوات
    • الاتفاق علي موعد تحديد بدء العمل بين العملاء والشركة
    • نجهز المعدات والسيارات والاشخاص الذين يقمون بالعمل
    • تقوم الشركة بسحب المياة حسب رغبة العميل سيارة او سيارتين او اكثر
    • اضافة الملح وحمض الهيدروليك لتفتيح المسام الداخلية للبيارة
    • بعد الانتهاء من العمل يتم اغلاق فتحات البيارات باحكام تام لعدم التعرض
    • للخطر
    فلا داعي للقلق ابدا العملية سوف تتم بمجرد اتصالك بخدمة
    شركة تسليك مجارى بالدمام
    وطلب اجراء معاينة ومنها سوف يتم تحديد المشكلات التي تواجها وتحديد مدة
    تقريبية لحلها فنحن في شركة تسليك مجارى بالدمام – الاحساء – الخبر – الجبيل - القطيف نمتلك مجموعة من العمال
    المدربين والقادرين على مساعدتكم بايجاد حلول فعالة لمشكلة البيارات اي كان
    نوعها وهم مزودون بجميع الادوات اللازمة للانتهاء من عملهم ومن بعدها
    تستخدم خدمة شفط بيارات مكه سيارات والالات فى البدء بشفط هذه
    البيارات التي تمثل لكم مشاكل كبيرة فى حالة انسدادها

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