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The next day, ze became more stable and regained more strength. It also means that his b*dy can
now handle the surgery. It only leaves me with one in my hand. I need to
money for the operation. I
d no idea how long I had been staring at the card in
my hand. I think bumping into Sebastian when I’m in New York is the least I should worry about. As
long as I stay away from the usual ce that he hangs out, I’m good.
get
the
Ethan is busy ying with ze on the hospital bed. The doctor has already removed his dextrose,
and he can now fully move around the room. We’re only waiting for a few more additionalboratory
results before his doctor discharges him.
“Ethan, I need to go back home to take care of a few things. Will you be okay to stay with ze for a
while?” I asked him. Though I know he would likely say yes, I still don’t want to assume, especially right
after I told him that I shouldn’t be epting help from
him.
“Of course, ire. Do what you have to do. I’ll take care of ze for you,” he said.
I gave him a grateful smile before I said goodbye to ze. I k*ssed him on the forehead. “I’ll see you
later tonight, my love. Mommy just needs to fix things back home,” I told him.
He nodded. “Take care, mommy!”
I mouthed “thank you” once again to Ethan before I left his room. I quickly took a cab to go back to our
house.
It took me a few minutes before I finally reached our doorstep. I immediately went inside before I picked
up my phone from my pocket and dialed the number on the card. It only took a few rings before
someone answered on the other line.
“Hi, I’m looking for Miss Isabelle Riggs.” I greeted.
“This is she. What can I do for you?” she answered.
“Hi, my name is ire Allicent Banks, owner of Sweet Life Café. I got your card from Ethan. And I’m
interested in talking about your offer,” I said, going straight to the point.
“Oh, hi, Miss Banks! Yes, I visited your café once when I visited Hawaii. And I loved all your desserts. It
took you too long to call us,” she said. She sound so excited. It seems she really likes our desserts.
“Yeah, I was swamped with a ton of things, and the thought of relocating to New York hadn’t crossed
my mind,” I exined, a hint of regretcing my words. “I’m sorry if I
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didn’t reach out to you sooner.”
“It’s okay. Let me check if the project is still on. Hold for a moment,” she reassured me before cing
me on hold.
Time seemed to stretch as I waited anxiously, the weight of uncertainty pressing on me. My mind raced
with thoughts of the project’s fate, knowing that its status held the key to securing the funds desperately
needed for ze’s surgery.
With each passing second, I found myself silently praying, hoping that the door to this opportunity
remained open, offering a lifeline in the face of financial challenges. The future hung in the bnce,
and the oue of this call had the power to shape the course of not only my career but also ze’s
journey toward healing.
After what felt like an eternity, Isabelle’s voice finally reached my ears, breaking the anxious silence.
“Miss Banks, thank you for waiting. But I’m afraid there’s been a slight change in the offer. If you’re still
interested, I’d be happy to tell you about the details,”
she said.
“I appreciate the update. Please, go ahead. I’m just grateful that you’re still considering me despite my
dyed confirmation,” I replied, trying to conceal the nervous undercurrent in my voice. N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.
“Well, I received a memo from the head office, and it appears we won’t be requiring a contractor for our
desserts anymore. Instead, we’ve decided to establish an in-house patisserie,” Isabelle revealed.
The news reverberated through the phone, introducing an unexpected twist to the narrative. A surge of
surprise mingled with anticipation as the implications of this change unfolded. “An in-house patisserie?”
I repeated, the words hanging in the air like a tantalizing promise, carrying both uncertainty and
excitement.
“Yes, they believe having our own dedicated patisserie will elevate the dining. experience,” Isabelle
exined, a hint of enthusiasm in her voice. “It’s a chance for us to create something unique and
signature. But don’t worry; we won’t be taking your recipe. You’ll still be the one handling everything.
We’ll provide the raw materials and support with the workloads.”
I processed the information, a mix of relief and curiosity settling in. “Does this mean the fifty percent
advance payment for the whole contract is off the table as well?” I inquired, a touch of embarrassment
coloring my tone, knowing that the financial was a significant factor in my consideration of this
opportunity.
aspect
“I’m afraid it is. But if you really need the money, I can talk to my boss to see if we can work around it to
suit your needs,” she responded, her willingness to amodate easing the weight of the changed
terms.
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The possibility of adapting the terms for financial considerations lingered in the conversation. In a
moment of hopeful anticipation, I couldn’t help but ask, “Wait, are you saying I got the job?” The
surprise in my voice mirrored the mix of emotions. swirling within as the realization of a potential new
chapter unfolded.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I must have gotten carried away. I really like your cakes, and I firmly believe that you’re
the perfect one for the job. But we still need you toe down here at our site to make some samples
for our boss,” she said.
“That wouldn’t be a problem. I know it’s a bit embarrassing, but the truth is, I really need the financial
support.”
“Don’t we all?” she chuckled warmly. “No need to be ashamed, Miss Banks,” she reassured, her words
carrying a genuine understanding that instantly eased concerns. “So, when do we expect you here at
our hotel, Miss Banks?”
my
“Could you give me a little more time? I’m sorry; I’m on a tight budget right now. So, I still need more
time toe up with the money to buy ne tickets.”
“Oh, that wouldn’t be a problem. But are you avable anytime tonight?” She asked with a note of
urgency in her tone.
“Yeah, I am,” I answered, a bit confused but willing to amodate the unexpected request.
“That’s great! I’ll book you the earliest flight. I’ll send you the details once I’m done,” she said, her
enthusiasm palpable through the phone. “Could you text me your email address where I can send the
details?”
“Of course, I’ll text it to you right away,” I replied, hastily retrieving my phone to share the necessary
information.
“Great! I’ll see you soon, Miss Banks,” she said with a warmth that echoed the promise of a new
beginning, and then the call ended.
As I typed out my email address, a whirlwind of emotions swept over me. The spontaneity of the
situation added an unexpected thrill to the journey ahead.
In the brief span of an hour after concluding the call with Isabelle, my inbox blinked with an email from
her. Opening it, I found a soft copy of my flight details for tonight. A curious blend of fear and
excitement coursed through me, each emotionpeting for dominance.
The opportunityid out in the email was undeniably significant-a chance to elevate my career to new
heights. Yet, beneath the surface of enthusiasm, there lingered a poignant fear. The prospect of
stepping into a city that held memories both cherished and painful stirred aplex tapestry of
emotions.
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But despite my fear, I had no choice but to go there. If it weren’t for my son, I would never step foot in
that ce again. I stared at my flight details for a good amount of time before I decided to call Ethan. I
need to be informed about the progress with regards to their offer.
I picked up my phone once again and dialed Ethan’s number. It didn’t take long before he picked up the
call. “Hey, there. Is everything alright?” he greeted.
“Everything is fine. But could you look after ze for a few days? I need to go to New York to workout
some stuff,” I asked him.
“Did
you get the project?” He sounds so excited.
“I haven’t. Not yet. But they wanted me to go to their site to bake them some samples. There’s a few
changes in the offer, but I’m positive that we can work around it,” I informed him.
“It’s still great news, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is. I’m just hoping to get positive feedback.”
“I’m sure you’ll get it. You’re the best baker I’ve known in my entire life. Go impress them,” he said,
trying to encourage me. “Don’t worry about ze. He’s smart. He knows his mother is doing everything
she can to save his life,” he added.
Somehow, his words gave me a surge of confidence and strength, infusing me with the determination
to triumph in this new professional endeavor. “Thank you. I’ll do my best,” I responded, a renewed
sense of purpose resonating in my voice. “Is ze there?”
“He’s asleep. I’ll call you as soon as he wakes up,” he assured, his voice carrying the weight of concern
for our sharedpanion.
“Okay. I’ll go now. I’ll be packing my things before my flight. I’ll call again soon.”
“Sure. Take care of yourself, ire. Call me if you need anything,” he offered, his words aforting
reminder of his support throughout this journey
After ending the call, I lingered for a moment, the phone in my hand emb*dying the bridge between my
past and the unknown future that awaited me in New York. As I prepared to embark on this unexpected
journey, the echoes of his parting words lingered, a reminder that amidst the challenges ahead, I wasn’t
alone. I need to be strong for my son.