“We’ve been over this,” Donovan said politely.
“Petra is the baker,” Cory advised, shifting his gaze from me to Chad. “She knows the clientele, and she knows the product.”
“I know the clientele,” Chad remarked.
“Not as well.” Gavin put his foot down. “If you are interested in our investment, those are our terms.”
Chad shut his mouth at that. I wasn’t sure how much money we were talking about, but apparently it was enough that Chad was willing to take a back seat. I stood on pins and needles, feeling energy radiating throughout my body. It was really happening. They really were dumping a whole lot of luck right in my lap. It would be just like having my own place back again, except that Chad would still be hanging around.
“I’ll make this bakery the best in town,” I cheered. I couldn’t help myself; it was the best thing to happen to me in a long time. “We’ll bring so many more customers back in, you’ll make a fortune.”
“That’s the spirit,” Donovan encouraged me.
I turned to him, twitching my shoulder seductively. I don’t know what got into me. The other two picked up on it, and I aimed a wink at each of them. I couldn’t wait to get started. I knew their trust was well placed and that I would do a great job. The only person who wasn’t on board was Chad, but he didn’t count.
“Give them whatever they want,” Chad grumbled. “But make sure they approve before going all out.”
I looked back at my guys, alarmed by the idea.
Cory shook his head. “We’re not going to micromanage you. Right, Donovan?”
“Of course not,” Donovan agreed. “Just send the bills to me, and I’ll pay them.”
I clapped my hands over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. I wanted to get started right away. Everything I hated about the bakery was going to go; everything I loved was going to stay. I was going to fix all the things that were broken, upgrade everything that was old, and deliver my angel investors the best possible return.