Chapter 7Exavier stood at his full and imposing height outside of the bakery’s front door. His jet black hair was slicked back, and he was dressed to the nines in the finest clothes one could buy in New York. Daniel felt keenly aware of the flour that dusted his button-up shirt and tan pants. He did his best to brush it off with trembling hands.
“You don’t look happy to see me,” Exavier said, staring down at him with dark eyes.
“Considering the family cut off all contact with me when I decided to take on Uncle’s bakery,” Daniel replied in a even tone, “I must admit I’m a bit surprised.”
“Cut off sounds so dramatic—though you always did have a flair for that.” He laughed unkindly. “But I’m actually here on behalf of the family.”
“Is that so?” Daniel sighed. “What do they want?”
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