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The scent of fresh bread and pastries wafted through the bakery, as Y/N worked behind the counter, focused on the dough in front of her. She needed this normalcy, this peace. After the whirlwind of the previous night, dinner with Xiangli Yao's family, the bizarre storm, and her odd mixture of attraction and dislike towards him, she craved the rhythm of her usual workday. It was grounding, predictable.

Her hands worked the dough into a smooth, pliable texture, her mind trying to block out any thoughts of Xiangli Yao. But it wasn't easy. His sudden shift in behaviour still lingered in her mind. At dinner,  he'd been almost... charming. A completely different person from the aloof, dismissive man she'd met earlier. Was that just a facade for his family? And why did he bother?

She sighed, shaking her head. Focus on the bread, not the millionaire or billionaire or whatever he is.

The familiar buzz of her phone pulled her out of her thoughts. It was a text from an unknown number.

???:
There's something I need you to do tomorrow.

She stared at the message, feeling her annoyance bubble up.

Y/N:
Umm, who is this?

A moment later, another text came in.

???:
I told Mortefi to give you the day off.


She raised her eyebrows, and then her fingers flew over the keyboard.

Y/N:
Is this Xiangli Yao?

There was a pause before his reply came in.

???:
Mortefi didn't give you my number?

Y/N scoffed out loud. Of course, Mortefi hadn't. This whole situation was just one layer of madness after another. She shot back another response.

Y/N:
Nope.

The reply was instant.

Xiangli Yao:
Well, he said it's fine.
Plus it's important.

Y/N:
I can't just up and leave work,
I have responsibilities.

Another pause, then he literally repeated his previous text:

Xiangli Yao:
He said it's fine. Plus, it's important.

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