“I’d like to do what I like too,” Sam said, “But they don’t make me money! If Mr. Ryker hadn’t paid me three times what other baristas get, I would’ve resigned a long time ago!”
“What are you saying? You’re here because you’re my bodyguard!” Emmeline poked Sam’s forehead with a finger. “I barely need your services, but Mr. Adelmar still pays you every month anyway! It’s like you’re getting paid four people’s salary. I’m sure you must be rich by now!”
Sam stuck out her tongue playfully.
“What do you think? Would you want to expand our business?” Emmeline looked at Sam while grinding some coffee beans.
“What else can we do?” Sam said while biting her fingertips. “As far as I know, the two of us only know how to fight, brew coffee, and make desserts!”
“We’ll make desserts then!” Emmeline snapped her fingers.
“Huh? Are you sure?” Sam’s eyes widened dramatically.
“That’s right. You told me business here will be booming if we serve desserts too, right?” Emmeline said.
I was only saying! Why did you have to treat it seriously? Sam thought.
She imagined if Emmeline started making desserts, she and her neighbors would be having desserts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.
If she could not sell them, they would have to eat them before the expiry date.
Sam knew better than to discourage Emmeline from starting another business.
“I plan to move the things on the second floor to the third floor,” Emmeline pointed at the space above her. “We’re not using the third floor anyway, and we’ll make the second floor a patisserie. What do you think?”
Does my opinion matter here? Sam thought. She grinned and said, “I hope business will boom, and you can give me a fat bonus this year!”
All you know is money!” Emmeline said while brewing the coffee. “Are you planning on getting married soon?”
Sam blushed. She stamped her foot and said, “Let’s not go into that topic, shall we?”
“What topic?” A man’s voice was heard.
The two women turned their heads in unison and saw a man in a worker’s uniform and a hard hat standing at the door.
That man was none other than Luca.
Sam’s face turned bright red all of a sudden. Speak of the devil! Ah! I’m so embarrassed!
“Haha!” Emmeline could not help but laugh. “We were just about to talk about him. It’s like he travels faster than the speed of light!”
“Why are you dressed up like this, Luca? Are you changing your job?” Sam asked.
“We’re menial laborers today.” Luca pointed behind him. “I’m not the only one.”
The glass door opened, and several bodyguards came in.
They were all dressed in blue uniforms and hard hats.
The last one to come in was Abel.
Emmeline could not help but laugh. “You really look like a worker!”
Abel waved his arm. “It’s best to strike while the iron is hot. We’ll support Mrs. Ryker in expanding her business! Let’s go up to the second floor and change it into a patisserie!”
“Let’s go!” Luca brought the bodyguards to the second floor and moved the furniture to the third floor.
Emmeline had just finished brewing a cup of coffee. Abel took the cup from her.
“I haven’t added any sugar or milk yet,” Emmeline said.
“I like it this way,” Abel said. “Coffee is the best reflection of one’s love.”
So are you feeling bitter? Emmeline thought.
Sam wanted to laugh but did not. She knew that Abel was teasing Emmeline, so it was none of her business.
Sam thought for a while and ran upstairs.
“Let me help you, Luca!”
“See that?” Emmeline said as she glanced at Sam. “That’s the best reflection of one’s love!”
“So what’s going on between us then?”
