DEENA'S POVTo cope with my mother's death, I focused my attention on my business and Rosie. I would balance my time by personally managing the cafe and the studio, and by noon, I'd be home to bond with my daughter.Not to mention the occasional meetings with brands I'm endorsing."Hi, what can we do for you?" "I want a refund for my order. Your coffee tastes like shit and a dollar worth of pastry is better than your cake." I looked up from the paper I was holding to see a woman at the counter. It's time for inventory and I was checking what are the things we need to buy or perhaps upgrade."We're sorry to hear that you are not pleased by our product, but unfortunately, I don't think we can do that, ma'am. Your cup is already half-empty and the cake is almost done, too. You've already consumed more than half, and if we refund you, it would be cut from our paycheck." "Does it look like I give a shit? You should be thankful I even touched it!" By now, most of the customers' attentio
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