Chapter 8

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Grace was jolted awake by a phone call.

She had gotten into the habit of keeping her phone on 24/7, afraid she might miss anything from Antonio. Groggily, she answered it.

“Grace, you gotta get back here, like, now! Mr. Kaufman is totally flipping out, and no one wants to deal with him. Looks like the shop’s about to change hands,” Donna Kirby, a colleague from Dessert Tryst, yelled over the phone.

Antonio had opened the shop out of boredom, so why the sudden deep attachment?

Grace was about to ignore it, but then Donna’s scream cut through. “Grace, they’re fighting!”

Almost on autopilot, Grace jumped out of bed and rushed to Dessert Tryst.

The place was eerily quiet, just a few department heads milling around. Antonio sat there with a bruised face, while some guy sat across from him.

All the workers‘ eyes lit up when they saw Grace–they knew Antonio usually listened to her.

This time, Grace didn’t even look at Antonio. She walked straight to that guy. “Hi, I’m—”

“I’m Lewis,” he interrupted her.

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with recent events, and

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away. She never expected the mystery buyer of

keep her cool, she asked, “Wait, are you really

looked her in the

his perfectly fitted navy suit. “Well, he sure looks the

not here to negotiate,” Lewis went on, signaling his assistant to whip out the contract. “I’m just

spotted the Kaufman Group’s seal on the contract.

this was

shouldn’t hit him,” she said, pointing at Antonio. He perked up immediately.

defending themselves,” Lewis said, pointing to the corner surveillance camera. “You can check the

the warmth in

ease.

she had a soft spot for people who made sense.

watched him go, not

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him?” Antonio

replied calmly, turning to leave.

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you going?” Antonio grabbed her

you didn’t need me anymore,” she said, her

I was angry and said stuff I shouldn’t

peace.

Dessert Tryst needs you. You and Mr. Kaufman are the

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