Page 23 of His Sassy Omega
I snorted. “Another baker?” We needed to clone me, is what we needed.
“Can we afford it right now?”
I liked how all my employees always spoke about The Sweet Spot as ‘we’. Never you, or me. This was a team effort, even if I was the owner, and had the final say on everything.
“Not really until April,” I answered honestly. Not until I came into my trust.
I had no idea why my grandfather had decided that the ripe age of twenty-four was the magic number to release my trust fund to me. Maybe he thought I’d be a responsible adult by then. Settled down with an alpha, who would oversee the handling of my money, was probably more accurate.
My trust fund was significant. It wasn’t Sinclair money, but it meant I wouldn’t ever struggle again. Not that I did now, not really, not in my day-to-day life. But the bakery – it would mean a lot for the bakery. Itmeant I could hire more staff, expand, even buy an actual delivery van. Have a very nice cushion to fall back on for emergencies, plus plenty extra. I saw the quarterly statements, I would be fine for the rest of my life, even if I didn’t have the bakery.
My grandparents had been well off. Extremely well off. Rich, they’d been rich. My mom had also been left a trust fund by my grandfather, and my dad had made sure it kept making money, while we lived comfortably off his salary. He said they were saving it for a rainy day. More like it kept mom from touching it, because as much as I adored my mother, she was flighty as hell. She would have probably spent the entire balance on art supplies.
I’m sure Gigi had a say in the setup of the trust, as she had never liked the idea of an omega being dependent on an alpha for anything, especially money. Which always struck me as funny, since my alpha grandfather had been pretty loaded, and Gigi’s five mates since his death hadn’t exactly been paupers. She’d joked that she had married well the first time, and divorced even better the next five.
I sighed loudly, running a hand through my thick hair, probably making it more of a tangled mess than usual. “April doesn’t get us through the holidays.”
Josh pursed his lips. “We need a Wade.”
I made a face. “What?”
My best friend was great with a lot of things, but baking wasn’t one of them. Forget baking, cooking in general was beyond Wade’s capabilities. I didn’t even allow him near my kitchen at home.
Josh laughed. “Your face, dude! Not to bake. To organize us. This.” He waved a hand over the stacks of papers. “These. Schedule, prioritize, make it clear to us to see what we can handle. And who we will have to turn away.”
“It’s a lot.”
“Dude, we are not turning this down.” He waved the invitation at me, decorated with holly berries on it, under my nose. “We aren’t turning down the Sinclair Foundation brunch either. The rest is just…we’ll figure it out. I’m in, man.”
Sometimes he talked like a stoned surfer, but I did appreciate the fact that things rarely got him riled up.
“Good thing you put that couch in your office, we’re gonna need it,” he continued, not needing me to agree with him. “I can be all over the sugar cookies. Jen and Stacy can cover the front unless we get super busy, and then I can jump in and help them. You can be baking like a mad man back here.”
Could we do this? Maybe. “What about the weekends at the festival? It’s Saturdays and Sundays.”
He shrugged. “For four weeks. I say we tag-team it. We take shifts. Two at the festival, two here. We can close early on those Saturdays, and switch out at the festival. Since we aren’t normally open on Sundays, we take shifts at the festival that day, because we are going to have to bake sometime. So, we lose some sleep.” He shrugged like sleep was overrated. “We can sleep when we’re dead. Worth it man.”
“You make it sound so easy.” My laugh had a slightly hysterical pitch to it.
“Oh, we’re going to work hard, for sure. But it will be worth it. Wade can sort these out, but the reality is, we might have to turn some of them down.”
“I hate that.”
He shrugged. “Reality. At least until we can get another body in here to bake, and more front staff.”
I winced. I was beyond territorial in my kitchen. It had taken forever for me to even let Josh try his hand at anything. I still got a little twitchyif I thought he was touching anything besides the cookies. The thought of another body baking in my kitchen gave me anxiety. I was a complete control freak.
“We can do this?” The hesitancy was almost gone from my voice. Almost.
He put his fist out for me to bump with mine. “We got this.”
“Famous last words.”
“You should totally upcharge the shit out of that alpha from the other morning.”
“He has a name, you know.”
Josh shuddered. “He was kind of scary.”
