The Sweetest Deal

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e gleaming steel and glass reflecting the summer sky above, and thought about all the ch

e, and just for a moment, I thought about turning around a

or some luxury building hovered in my mind, pushing me forward.

. Everyone was dressed in clean sharp suits, and I stood out like a sore thumb in my old floral sundress. Every step

onist my name, in what I hoped was a confident tone. My heart hammered through my ribs as I felt her

the side, telling me I was to head to the top floor. I thanked h

or. Here I was, pressed into the corner of the elevator, on a quest to save my bakery, but all

out to contemplate escape, the elevator dinged, and the glass doors slid open, revealing a young lady with

nodded my head, not trusting my voice at the moment. "This way, please," she said

g, but he will be with you shortly." She said, smili

f the city splayed out through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything about t

against my knee nervously. My mind was racing as the

be able to convince him to not tear down the bakery? I wasn't even prepared. Al

hrough the tall glass windows in the room,

older man, maybe a bit rough around the edges. But this man- he was younger, probab

ooked like he was sculptured by Greek gods. His hair fell perfectly in waves, and it looked so silky and

is place at the head of the table, opening a fo

t lifting from his notes. His tone, just like his aura, was direct and all b

I still hadn't said anything. He looked up at me, arching a brow, his to

," I said, clearing my throat. "I want to discuss my bakery, The Sweet H

ath, trying to sound cordial, "It's been there for years, and the com

rging on curt. I don't have time for a sentimental pitch about community sentiments. Facts and numbers, that's w

thing more forward-thinking, more profitable. So, unless you have something to o

pitch? Community sentiments? Was he for real?

the way he dismissed me, like I was some naïve ki

moving, "You know what?" I said, my cheeks flush

e's lives because you have some grand vision? You're an ass who's used to people falling at your feet and doing y

to have a mature, business conversation with you, but it seems you're not capable of that. I'm an adult, not some stupid kid, and I refuse to

d pumped through them. I stormed out of the building and hailed a cab, the reality of what I just did not hit m