Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

“But if you ever need a bridge to get you through the winter, my door is always open. I have a deep respect for what your family built.”

I felt a physical flush of anger rise in my neck, but the smooth certainty in his voice made me feel entirely out of my depth. I was a baker, not a negotiator, and he knew it.

I walked back to the bakery with my head continue reading …