DEMETRIAArriving at the venue for my client meeting, I scanned the lot for a parking space. Just then, a car backed out, and I slid neatly into the spot. Grabbing my bag, I stepped out and pressed the remote to lock the car. 9:46 a.m. A few minutes left. Remembering Amanda’s instructions, I headed for the front door.The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by the sheer elegance of the place. Plush, polished, and dripping with quiet luxury. The air buzzed with life—soft conversations, the clink of glasses, polished shoes tapping across glossy floors. Unlike my little bakery, this place could seat hundreds without breaking a sweat.I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips.One day, my bakery would be this big.Walking up to the front desk, I approached the Black woman behind it.“Hi, good morning. Welcome to Lido di Manhattan. How may I be of service?” She started.“My name is Demetria Herna— ”“Oh! The Baker, right?”“Yes, I'm the one”. I'm curious, but I refused to ask qu
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