It was quiet for several minutes and I just sat there staring at him, waiting for a response.
"You're not going." He finally said.
"But-"
"Mirabel, I said you are not going anywhere."
I got on my feet, ready to pour my heart out.
"Mr Romano, I worked hard to get that place to what it is. And it is unfair that you expect me to discard everything I worked for just to be stuck in this suffocating place. Do you not have a heart?!"
"It's made of stone." He said coldly.
His response made me speechless.
All I could do was cry.
"Mira, if you want to bake, I have kitchen that is three times the size of that shop with all the utilities you could only dream of back there. Go in there and bake."
I had to admit it was a good idea but I really just wanted to go somewhere familiar. It had been a month. My shop had been closed down and I barely had any money.
I looked at my bank account and it was practically empty.
