"Uhh… what's taking her so long?" Slater darted his eyes around, frowning. "Is she alright? Or maybe—"
He gasped and jumped to his feet. "Don't tell me she got into an acci—"
"Shut up." Before Slater could even say the ominous word, Atlas hissed. His eyes were cold, but his voice was colder. "Slater, learn to choose your words carefully."
"Mark said she's waiting in line," Zoren chimed in. "Apparently, she had to wait for the restock of this cake, and she's holding her place… quite fiercely."
How cute.
A smile tugged at Zoren's lips before he took out his phone. But just as he was about to make one of the most important phone calls of his life, Atlas beat him to it.
"I sent you a location. Find out who the baker is and tell him I invite him to work for me on the side. I don't care if you have to drag him to me," Atlas ordered over the phone. Everyone could just imagine the kind of face Allen was making on the other end.
