Double Fudge |ＢＷＷＭ|

～ｏｎｅ～ （ｐｒｏｌｏｇｕｅ）

"IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THE HAIR IS NATURAL OR NOT. THE FACT IS THAT IT'S ALL MY HAIR EITHER WAY IF I BOUGHT IT OR NOT."- KENNEDY

       I AM DRIPPING MELANIN AND HONEY AND I AM BLACK WITHOUT APOLOGY-UPLIE
    Kennedy

I did it. I finally did it. I've been wanting to open up this bakery ever since I was ten years old. Before my grandmother passed away, she gave me a recipe book with all of her knowledge about baking. She looked at me and said, "Follow your dreams." The next day, she passed. I myself aren't really a supernatural person, but I can sometimes feel her there.  When I'm going through a tough time, I can feel a cool wind brush against me and that lets me know that she's there to back me up no matter what. And I love her for that. 

And now here I am. Twelve years later. Holding the keys to my very own bakery. 

Kennedy's Cookies

My grandmother always told me to do whatever I wanted as long as it would benefit me and the others around me. I remember her telling me this in the seventh grade when I got bullied for wearing box braids because it wasn't my natural hair. After my grandmother finished braiding my hair she sat me down and told me a line about my hair that I would never forget. And the next day when someone commented on my hair, I recited the line word, from word "It doesn't matter if the hair is mine or not. The fact is it that it's all my hair either way if I paid for it or not." My grandmother was my backbone.

I couldn't help but sense the irony. My grandmother owned her own bakery, went bankrupt in a year and had to close it down. My mother went bankrupt in a year and had to close her bakery down. Was I next? I shrugged that thought off. Now is not the time to think of sad memories. Now is the time to flip this sign from closed to open

Let's get started.

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                     "I HAVE A SWEET TOOTH AND I'M CRAVING DOUBLE FUDGE."-VINCENT

NEARLY ALL MEN CAN STAND ADVERSITY, BUT IF YOU WANT TO TEST A MAN'S CHARACTER,                                                           GIVE HIM POWER- ABRAHAM LINCOLN                                                                         

                                                                                            Vincent

"Here you go Mr.Cunningham. Pure black coffee with three sugars no cream." I nodded at Raina and grabbed my coffee and continued walking into my office. Raina was about to step in till I held my hand up, "Raina, I'm about to go on break, care if you went on your own?" 

Raina shook her head frantically, "N-No sir! I'm leaving right away." I sighed at her and grabbed my jacket and hopped on the elevator. I pressed the first floor and the doors slowly closed. A small hand stopped the doors from closing and she stepped inside. She stood stiffly and confidently next to me, "Mr.Cunningham." she greeted, "Mrs.Wents" I greeted back. She turned toward me getting ready to speak my eyes rolled to the LED lights that showed the floors, we were on floor eighty-seven. I rolled my eyes, this was going to be a long ride.

"Mr.Cunningham did you hear about the new bakery that opened on 42nd street?" I nodded, I had heard of it, it was a quaint little place. 

"I doubt it'll last a year, all of its predecessors went absolutely bankrupt in a years time. You as the boss, should try and take over this place." I snapped my eyes at her and then the doors opened, "Tell me what to do again, and you're fired." I stepped off the elevator and walked into the parking garage. I pressed the button on my keys to signal where my car was, the alarm went off and I walked toward it. 

I pulled out of the driveway. As I inched nearer to the bakery I began to crave more and more for double fudge brownies. I parked my car across the street from the small bakery. As I walked nearer and nearer toward the door I could smell the quaint smell of cookies. My stomach grumbled and I opened the door. A small bell sounded off as soon as I walked in. The smell engulfed me and I almost moaned in delight. I took a good look around, the place was damn near packed. But when I stepped in, all eyes were on me. 

 "Good morning and welcome to Kennedy's Cookies!" Said a small voice from behind the counter. 

                                                                                   Kennedy

Oh man! Was this that billionaire guy that some of the employees were talking about. They said that he's the type of man to visit a store one time and walk out with the deed the next. It's the kind of men like him that put my grandmother and mother out of business. Bad enough that it's the first day and he's already in my store. "Good morning and welcome to Kennedy's Cookies!" I said enthusiastically. 

He turned around and stopped looking around the store. He looked at me. I felt like his piercing grey eyes could look right through me like I was some type of glass. He slowly walked up to the register. "Hello." I greeted again. He didn't say anything back, he just looked at the menu above my head, "Ahem." I coughed lightly to get his attention. He was handsome, but that couldn't cover up his rudeness. He looked at me, "What can I get you?" I asked again. He smirked sinfully,

"I have a sweet tooth, and I'm craving double fudge."

I know that this man mean absolutely nothing by it, but it bothered me. And I'm glad that I was fifty shades of black because the way my face heat up was ridiculous. I printed out his receipt, "Name?" I asked, "Cunningham, Vincent Cunningham." My eyes shot up, "Cunningham? As in Cunningham Inc?" I asked while handing him his receipt. "Yeah, you looking for a job? Because after this whole 'Bakery' thing blows over you'll need one." I instantly got irritated and rolled my eyes. I disappeared into the back room and wrapped up his brownies. "I hate cocky people like that." I sad to no one.

I walked back to the register and sat the brownies on the counter, "That'll be $4" 

He gave me a $100 dollar bill. I walked to the register to get his change. "Here you go." I said trying to hand it to him. But he was half way out the door, "Your change!" I yelled after him. "Keep it." he said, "You'll need it for when your business inevitably gets shut down." I stood there in shock with the extra $96 dollars in my hand.

That cocky asshole.

                                                                                           Vincent

I bit into the brownie and my eyes rolled back. These were amazing! It kind of sucks that they wont be around for long though. I might just go back tomorrow.

Because for some weird reason, I feel like I'll be craving double fudge a lot more often.