When my mother fell ill, I had to quit my job as a pastry chef so that I could take care of her. She needed me home at all hours of the day to ensure that she was well-taken care of, especially since my father wouldn’t care for her.
Now that she was being treated by medical professionals, my help was unneeded. I had the opportunity to start working again, and I needed a job if I wanted to pay Ethan back for all that he had done for me.
I took the time to send out resumes to every pastry shop I could find close to Ethan’s house. It was my dream job and I finally had time to pursue it properly.
It only took a few days before I was called in for an interview. The shop was a high-end pastry shop in the business district of the city. It was the chance of a lifetime.
The manager had me bak
