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“Madam, we offer a unique service of embroidering initials on the back of lies for our esteemed
customers. Would you like to add this personal touch?” the sales associate naked.
Cam thought for a moment. “Please embroider C.P, thank you”
“Of course,” the sales associate responded. “Please leave your address, and we will send it to you
once it’s ready.”
Afterward, Cam picked out two scarves. “Erica, this one’s for you. It’s $200 more expensive than
the boss, Cam said with a smile.
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“As always, you spoil me the most” Erica responded affectionately.
“And this one’s for my mom, Cam told the cashier as she had the items wrapped.
The total came to $11,200.
“You’re spending all your lottery winnings, and then some,” Erica teased.
Cam justughed. “It was unexpected money anyway.”
Leaving the luxury store, Cam headed to the supermarket downstairs to buy some ingredients for
making cookies.
Her new ce had arge oven, and after researching cookie recipesst night, which seemed
simple enough, she decided to give it a
try.
When she got home, Cam followed the recipe and baked deliciously aromatic cookies.
Surprisingly, although shecked cooking skills, she was quite adept at baking. She packaged the
cookies nicely, nning to bring them to work tomorrow for her colleagues to
try.
On Monday moming, Cam opened her balcony curtains, stretched leisurely against the backdrop
of a blue sky and white clouds, and then went about her moming routine. It was only a ten-minute
walk from her ce to Cedarhill Estate, a relief not having to worry about traffic jams anymore.
At 7:45 AM, Cam walked through the quiet, affluent neighborhood streets, surrounded by the
chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Early risers walked their dogs along the lush, tree-
lined avenues a stark contrast to the bustling urban apartments she lived in, with its narrow alleys,
persistent hawkers, and the constant haggling of customers. Workers hurried to their jobs, and their
faces were etched with exhaustion and anxiety.
It was truly like two different worlds.
“Good morning, David!” Cam greeted as she changed her shoes in the foyer, looking up to see
David with a smile stered across his face.
“Morning, Cam!” he replied cheerfully.
After making coffee for Mr. Connor, Cam pulled out a bag of cookies from her bag for David. “I
baked some cookies. Give them a try.” David opened the package and took a bite, praising them
repeatedly.
The two sat down at the dining table to chat.
“Mr. Connor has been a bit down these past few days, and his morning moodiness is getting worse.
When you go to wake him upter..” Before David could finish, the bedroom door opened.
“Good morning, Mr. Connor!” Cam greeted energetically as she stood up.
Connor grunted nonchntly, walked over to the dining table, andzily sat down, picking up the
coffee and sipping it slowly.
David looked puzzled. Mr. Connor’s moodiness had vanished? He had actuallye out for
breakfast on his own!
Cam, on the other hand, was busy preparing the breakfast. “Mr. Connor, please have your
breakfast.”
Connor sat up straight, took the fork, and leisurely started eating his omelet. Cam began her
breakfast sitting across from him. David, who had served the Passos family for over thirty years, felt
for the first time that perhaps he was a bit redundant in that moment.
Connor nced at the cookies on the table, which didn’t quite fit with the breakfast, and frowned
slightly. Had David made a mistake by cing his least favorite food on the table?
Sensing his nce, David discreetly took the cookies back to the kitchen. Unaware of David’s
actions, Cam continued her breakfast without any realization that anything was amiss.