What the hell? When did that even happen?
The man looked at me nervously. “Do you want us to stop?” he asked, clearly unsure of how to proceed.
I let out a quiet sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. There was no point halting the work now. I knew Alexander too well—once he made a move, there was no undoing it. He would never agree to a refund, and besides, the café looked stunning. It was beyond what I’d envisioned.
“Just continue,” I replied. “But next time, if anyone adds something to this project, I expect you to run it by me before accepting any payments.”
He gave a quick nod, his expression apologetic. “Absolutely. I will. And I sincerely apologize for not informing you earlier. It won’t happen again.”
With the awkward confrontation behind us, I decided to shift my focus and ge
