…Then the man on speaker answered in a tone my parents were not ready for. “Mara,” he said. “Hey.
What’s going on?”
My father’s smile tightened just a little. He hadn’t expected familiarity. He cleared his throat.
“Rey, I’m actually the one calling about—”
Rey cut him off immediately. “Hold on,” he said. “Who is this?”
“My name is Daniel Pierce,” my father replied smoothly.
“I’m her father.”
There was a pause on the line. Not a confused pause. A tired one.
“Yeah,” Rey said slowly. “I know who you are.”
My father blinked. “You… do?”
“Yeah,” Rey said again.
“You’re the guy who tried to buy the building three years ago and got mad when Mara told me to say no.”
The coffee shop went very quiet. Grant stopped typing. Someone near the back coughed into their sleeve.
My father straightened his shoulders like he was adjusting a suit that suddenly didn’t fit right. “Well,” he said carefully, “that’s exactly why I’m calling. I think you need to take a closer look at the tenant you have there.”
Rey sighed.
“Daniel,” he said, voice calm but firm, “Mara isn’t just a tenant.”
My father’s eyes flicked toward me. “What does that mean?”
“It means she owns the place.”
The room froze. My mother’s smile collapsed.
“What?” my father snapped. Rey continued, completely unfazed. “She bought the unit last year.”
My father laughed sharply.
“That’s impossible.”
“Nope,” Rey replied. “You just didn’t know about it.”
I leaned my elbows on the counter. Because this was the moment I’d been waiting for.
“You told me I didn’t own anything,” I said quietly. My mother stared at me. “You’re renting,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “Not anymore.”
I reached under the counter and pulled out a thin folder. The closing documents.
Signed. Stamped. Recorded with the county.
“I bought the unit eighteen months ago,” I said. “Rey gave me first right of refusal when he decided to sell the ground floor spaces.”
My father looked back at the phone. “You sold the property to her?” he demanded.
“Yep,” Rey said simply. “Why?”
Rey laughed. “Because she built the best damn coffee shop on this block.”
A couple of customers chuckled quietly.
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