My Son Slapped Me For Refusing To Hand Over My Bakery. The Next Morning, I Cooked Him A Beautiful Breakfast,

old and too out of touch to understand modern business anyway. You’re running the place into the ground with your outdated methods.”

I looked at the sleek corporate logo embossed on the documents. Then, I looked up at the boy I had carried in my body.

“No. The Hearthside is not for sale. Not to Apex, not to anyone.”

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