Page 81 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

The place was quieter than usual. The morning rush was long over, but a few stragglers were nursing their drinks, chatting in low voices.

I expected to find Kai in the back prepping dough or Samuel going over inventory, but instead I walked into a full-blown discussion at the counter.

Sadie sat on a barstool, one leg tucked under her, hands moving animatedly as she spoke. Samuel leaned against the counter, listening with an intensity that told me he actually gave a damn.

Even Kai, who usually preferred action over words, was paying attention, arms crossed, nodding at something she said.

But of course he was—because it was Sadie.

“And if we start incorporating community nights,” she continued, excitement sparking in her voice, “we could pull in more regulars, not just the usual breakfast and lunch crowd. A trivia night, maybe. Or a casual cocktail evening with themed drinks. Maybe even charity fundraising events to give back…”

Kai lifted a brow. “Themed drinks?”

Sadie grinned. “Yeah. Like, I don’t know, a ‘Lumberjack Old Fashioned’ for the loggers in town, or a ‘Blacksmith’s Bourbon’ as a nod to The Foundry’s name.”

Samuel huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Sadie shot him a look. “Obviously. I don’t have bad ideas.”

I smirked, leaning against the doorway. “Bold claim, Collins.”

Her head snapped toward me, her lips parting slightly.

For a second, she just looked at me, like she wasn’t expecting me to be standing there.

Then she rolled her eyes, but I caught the flicker of amusement. “It’s only bold if it’s not true.”

Damn.

That spark in her eyes? That quick, confident wit? It did something to me.

I pushed off the wall, making my way over. “So, what’s this? You running the place now?”

Sadie scoffed. “Someone has to come up with fresh ideas while you three spend all your time kneading dough and looking pretty.”

Kai chuckled. “She’s not wrong.”

Samuel exhaled through his nose, but there was no denying the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

I slid onto the stool beside her, resting my forearms on the counter. “Alright, genius. Keep going. What else you got?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “Well, we need better marketing. Social media, an updated website, some professional photos of the space. We should be promoting what makes The Foundry different… the building history, the community vibe, the fact that you’re all ridiculously good looking.”

Kai snorted. “Not sure that last part is relevant.”

“Oh, it is.” Sadie gestured toward the open seating area. “Half the people who come in here are women who want an excuse to watch you guys work. We should be capitalizing on that.”

I grinned. “So, you’re suggesting we objectify ourselves for profit?”

Sadie shrugged, her expression all mock innocence. “I’m just saying if it works…”

Samuel scrubbed a hand over his jaw, exhaling. “Alright. What do you need?”

Surprise flickered across her face before she quickly masked it. “Seriously?”

“You have good ideas,” Kai said simply. “Let’s make them work.”

Her chin lifted slightly. “I’ll put together a full plan, but first, I need access to your social accounts, some basic numbers on sales, and a little creative freedom.”

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