"You don't have to look so afraid Becca...I'm sure its nothing bad, come this way," Mr Brilliant says before motioning to me to follow him. I swallow a lump in my throat as I shuffle my feet behind him feeling like I will die of anxiety.
I have never been to the back rooms in the bakery store, this is going to be my first time. My eyes scan every picture and certificate that is hung in frames along the corridor. "Wait here," the old man instructs. I'm unable to even move my lips to respond instead I just shake my head. He disappears into the office for a brief moment and I gather its to inform the manager that I have arrived. He comes out, casting me a friendly smile or is it a sorry smile, I'm not sure. It's hard to tell, "he said you can come in," he informs. I remain standing in the s
