The Sweet Spot

Prologue

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Samuel stopped at his boss's door, frowning.

"My cake is still at my desk, what could be so important?" He mumbled, wiping crumbs of strawberry shortcake off his mouth with a napkin, folding it and putting it in his pants pocket. He knocked on the door, putting his hands in his pocket, waiting.

"Thank you so much Melissa," Nadia smiled and took the folder and a mug of hot chocolate from her assistants hand, setting them on her desk. She grabbed a pen from her decorative cup and read through the contract. She looked up at the door, signing the last of her papers and handing them to her assistant, sitting down in her chair, opening her laptop and reading her email. "Come in Samuel"

Samuel's eyes widened and sighed, He put his hand on the knob, turning it and opening the glass door, looking at the all white office, furniture, and desk. " I still don't understand why you can't decorate your office with a little more color,"

"This is a place of work, Samuel. Decoration is for a bedroom, or a house," Nadia smiled, grabbing a hair tie and putting her hair in a ponytail. "Why didn't you knock?"

Samuel raised an eyebrow. "I did,"

"You did?"

"Yes,"

"Oh, your mumbling must've interrupted my hearing."

"You heard," He sighed, putting a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

"I've heard from my employees that you and some of the workers here go to a bakery, and you can't even call your best friend so we can go together like you promised!" She heard a ping on her laptop, waking it with a rub on the mousepad and glazing at an email from another CEO. She typed out a formal response, looking at Samuel with a pout.

"Nadia, I just came across it while coming home from the swimming class from the university. One of my students were talking about it" He rubbed his temples, hiding a smile.

"You still didn't take me, or even tell me about it,"

"It was rather delicious, I grabbed a slice of strawberry shortcake on my way to work. The coffee is rather tasty as well, I think we should go once you finish signing your agreement with that industry in Tokyo,"

"Speaking of, have you gotten an email from them?"

"No, I haven't" He smirked, "I suppose if I wasn't called by you-"

"You barely ever listen to your assistants, how was I supposed to call you?" Nadia chuckled. "I might as well change them to another area, since they're getting paid for just walking around."

"You know how I am about inter-"

"They're supposed to learn the basics of our company, so they can work efficiently." She took a sip of her hot chocolate, smiling and leaning back into her chair. " What's it called?"

"What's what called?"

"The bakery Samuel." Nadia rose out of her seat

"Ah!' He laughed "The sweet spot,"

Her eyes widened, choking on her hot chocolate, she coughed and looked at him. "I'm sorry, you said what?"

Samuel laughed, scratching his hair." The sweet spot Nadia. Such a dirty mind of yours."

"If you think it's so amusing, you know you do have interns I can instruct to actually bother you,"

"Anything but that Ms. Attwood."

"Thought so, we have a meeting in ten minutes. Dismissed,"

"Yes. Ms. Attwood" Samuel rose out of his seat, walking to the door. "Oh, and Ms. Attwood?"

"Yes, Samuel?"

"I suggest that you try the bakery if you haven't tried it, Samara is close friends with the bakery's owner." He put his knob on the door. "See you in the meeting," He opened the door, walking out, the door closing.

Nadia looked at Melissa.

"I'll get Samara, Ma'am." Melissa pulled out her phone, texting Samara to come urgently.

"Thank you Melissa, what would I do without you again?" Naida smiled.

"I'm honestly unsure,"

"Thankfully I won't have to worry about that any time soon. Is the preparations for the charity ball okay?"

"Everything is okay except for one thing, ma'am."

"A fucking chef."

"Yes ma'am." Melissa smiled. "Have you tried any of the restaurants that Mr. Crowett recommended?"

"I haven't had any time, I would've went if I wasn't so busy with this contract," Nadia frowned, reading over emails. "And with this charity ball coming up, there's no stopping for anything as of late,"

"May I suggest someone?"

"Yes, Melissa?"

"The person who owns the bakery that, Mr.Crockett was referring to. It's a woman named Catalina Atlas. She owns a restaurant not too far from here. I've never heard that she does catering, but I'm sure that if you plead your case, she'll oblige,"

"You're not setting me up with someone else, are you?" Nadia glanced over to her assistant, a frown on her face.

"No, ma'am." Melissa chuckled.

"You know you'll get wrinkles faster if you keep frowning like that Nadia," Samara laughed, adjusting her tie.

Nadia looked up from her computer."Oh thank god that you're here! I need your help,"

"Now this is a first, what's going on?"

"You know the charity ball that I have to plan, correct?"

"Vaguely,"

"I need a chef to cook. I've been looking for a restaurant that does all around cooking, but none have impressed me,"

"Knowing you,"

" Samuel told me about a chef who owns a bakery and a restaurant, and you have a personal connection with her. Do you know a woman named Catalina Atlas?"

Samara smiled. "She's my best friend, and an amazing chef,"

"Can she bake?"

"Yes,"

"Does she cater?"

Samara frowned."Er, I don't know about that, you would have to ask her,"

Nadia's eyes widened "I'm sorry?"

"You'd have to-"

"I heard that, I barely get out of the office as is, can she come here?"

"I don't know, she's been busy. I am seeing her today, I can ask,"

"It would be-"

"On the condition that I get Wednesday off, "

"Deal,"

Samara smiled "I'll go visit her on my break,"

"Thank you for doing this for me, have a good day off tomorrow, "

"You too, Ms. Attwood,"