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Turning around, I noted the handsome man named Grant Roman.
“And you must be, Mr. Roman.” I extended my hand.
“Please, call me Grant. Let’s take a look, shall we?” He inserted the key into the lock and opened the door.
“Was this a bakery at one time?”
“It was. But not a very good one. They were only in business for a year. What type of business are you looking to put here?”
“A pie shop. I’m calling it The Cozy Crumb.”
“I love it.” He grinned. “And I love pie. I’ll be the first one in line to purchase one.”
“Thanks.” I laughed.
My phone rang. Pulling it from my purse, it was the bank calling. Instantly, my nerves shot up.
“I have to take this. Excuse me.” I walked away. “Hello.”
“Charlotte, this is Mr. Schmidt. I’m happy to inform you that your loan has been approved. I’ll just need you to come in to sign the paperwork and provide proof of the rental agreement once you find a space.”
“Thank you, Mr. Schmidt. I think I have already found a place.” Ending the call, I walked over to where Grant stood. “That was the bank. My business loan was approved, and I’m excited to rent this space.”
“Excellent. I’ll get all the paperwork done and call you to come in and sign when they’re ready.”
“Thank you, Grant. Gosh, this is a new beginning for me.” I did a little spin. “I’m so excited.”
And I was. My mom always told me that when one door closes, another opens. She was right. This was the beginning of a new life for me. I wasn’t Charlotte Campbell, the baking, dancing nanny. I was Charlotte Campbell, CEO and owner of The Cozy Crumb.
Chapter Thirty
Ashton
I wasn’t in a good mood. It was evident to everyone because I’d done nothing but snap at people all day long.
“Good news.” Charlie burst into my office. “Grant just called and said he’s got a renter for that shop on West 53rd.”
“Great,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “I knew that property wouldn’t last long. It’s a prime location. Did he say what’s going in there?”
“I guess a pie shop.”
“What?” I quickly leaned forward. “Did he say who the person is renting it?”
“No.” His brows furrowed. “What does it matter?”
“It matters, Charlie.” I picked up the phone, dialed Grant, and put him on speaker.
“Dude, what is your problem?” Charlie sat down across from my desk.
“Hey, Ashton. I take it Charlie told you the news?”
“He did. Who is renting that space? I need to know.”
“A woman named Charlotte Campbell.”
My heart began to race while Charlie’s mouth dropped open.
“Lovely woman. She’s very excited,” Grant said.
