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008: Unwelcome competition

Author: Peace C
last update publish date: 2026-01-17 12:08:15

Anastasia's POV

The banner went up on Monday morning.

I was opening my shop, Sweet Seasons when I saw workers hanging a massive red and white sign a few buildings down. The banner read ‘Pastry delight. Grand Opening. Fifty Percent Off Everything.’

My stomach dropped because I knew exactly what that sign meant. Pastry delight was a huge corporate bakery chain with locations all over the country and they had just opened a store practically on top of mine.

By Tuesday afternoon, I knew I was in se
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