An email from the Billionaire

rld even though I was in hearing distance), surely, this was not the very first time she must have learned about the fate of our family heirloom aka our bakery, Sweet Gum Tree. Mind you, she i

uired her with a straight face. Because you never know what she will land me in. 'Oh honey, when did I do that?', my mom drawled. 'The dinner two weeks ago at your place? Does that ring any bell? Or how about the lunch date you asked me to drop you, only to drag me inside and listen to the 'qualities' of one of your church friend's son? Shall I continue?' I ticked each one with a finger, showing how serious I'm. 'Whatever I'm doing, it's for your own good!', my mom declared her famous line melodramatically. I heard that line since childhood. It's my mom's version of making me do things. 'Where did I hear it before? I wonder', i deadpanned not in the mood for her theatrics. 'Anyway, I'm not here to listen to your accusations', I raised my eyebrows at that. Trust my mom to stretch it. 'I'm going to meet Stella at our regular place. Pack me something that will knock that old crones feet', my mom says, looking at the display. Stella aka the old crone is not really old per se, but she is my mom's rival. You know, the one who tries to outdo whatever you do. Stella and mom are like that. They were 'friends' since high school. Mom graduated with honours. Stella married a rich guy (compared to us). Mom married dad. Stella gave birth to twins and bought a home. Mom gave birth to me and my brother. Stella's daughters started modelling at age 5, who now are working with brand's internationally. Mom became plump, Stella is still in stellar condition. Hence the animosity. In short, my mom is doomed. But no, James leaves the field without a tough competition. So, my mom goes to their meetings looking like a poster child of queen Elizabeth. These meetings are generally a weekend in every month they meet at a restaurant to 'catch up' what's happenin