Page 11 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

This was ours.

I loved it.

The upstairs door creaked, and heavy footsteps followed.

A second later, Adam appeared, stretching like a damn jungle cat, his golden blond hair sticking up in all directions. His usual cocky grin was already in place, and he smelled like whiskey, like he’d barely washed off the night before.

“Morning, gentlemen,” he drawled, rolling his shoulders before hopping up onto the counter. “Miss me?”

Kai shot him a look. “Get your ass off my clean counters.”

Adam held up his hands in surrender but didn’t move. “Relax, big guy. I come bearing good news.”

I raised a brow. “That so?”

Adam smirked. “Flour’s handled. Our supplier’s an idiot, but I called in that favor. We’ll have everything we need by noon.”

Kai grumbled, but relief flickered in his eyes. “Good.”

“That’s not all,” Adam continued, pulling his phone from his pocket. “I posted that hiring ad last night, and we already got a couple of responses.”

I blinked. “That was fast.”

“Yeah, well, desperation moves things along.” He scrolled through his phone. “We’ve got three people lined up for interviews today. Two are local, the other’s from out of town but has solid experience.”

Kai crossed his arms. “We really hiring someone this fast?”

Adam shrugged. “Unless you want to work double shifts until we collapse.”

Kai muttered under his breath, maybe a curse. I smirked.

“We’ll meet them,” I said. “If they’re a good fit, we hire. We need the help.”

Adam grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.” He hopped off the counter, stretching again before stealing a piece of bread from the rack. “Alright, gentlemen. Let’s make some magic happen.”

Kai just sighed, shaking his head as he returned to his dough. I chuckled, already mentally preparing for the day ahead.

The Foundry was our empire, our legacy.

And today, it looked like we were bringing someone new into the fold.

The first interview went smoothly enough.

A local kid, fresh out of culinary school, eager and bright-eyed but lacking real-world experience. Adam, ever the charmer, had made him feel at ease while Kai grilled him about technique and efficiency.

The kid had potential, but we needed someone who could hit the ground running.

The second interview was better.

A woman in her thirties who had worked at a high-end bakery in the city. She had confidence, skill, and wasn’t easilyrattled by Kai’s scrutiny. I was impressed. By the time she left, we were seriously considering making an offer.

Then the door swung open, and the last interviewee walked in.

And the world tilted.

No… crashed, cracked, and flipped entirely upside down.

Sadie.

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