(Scarlett’s POV)
Dorian's office feels like a sanctuary compared to the industrial wasteland my mall bakery has become. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the city, and everything speaks of success.
Thinking about it…this is the first time I’m here, and I'm not even in the mood to admire it.
I sink into the leather chair across from his desk, exhausted.
"Tell me what happened," he says, setting a cup of tea in front of me.
I wrap my hands around the warm ceramic, using it to steady myself. "Andrew destroyed everything. He turned my bakery into a factory."
"Walk me through it."
So I do. Every detail. The reviews, the industrial bread, the shortcuts that stripped away everything that made my recipes special. Dorian listens without interrupting, his expression growing more thoughtful wi
