“So, this is where people end up when they can’t keep a real job,” Lauren Whitmore laughed as the bakery door swung shut behind her. The man in the flour-dusted apron was Ryan Carter — the quality control manager she had fired weeks earlier for taking time off to care for his sick mother. She remarked almost sweetly that he had finally found work baking for someone else. Ryan only smiled. He never mentioned that he owned this place. And he never told her that within days, the whole country would know his name. She walked out thinking she’d witnessed his defeat. She was wrong about everything.
“So, this is where people end up when they can’t keep a real job,” Lauren Whitmore laughed as the bakery door swung shut behind her. The man in the flour-dusted apron was Ryan Carter — the quality control manager she had fired weeks earlier for taking time off to care for his sick mother. She…
