Chapter 6 - The Custom Three Tier Cake Vanishes
Before Joyce could recover her breath, the banquet hall doors swung open to reveal the head pastry chef.
He rolled a massive cart containing the magnificent three-tier custom birthday cake back toward the industrial kitchen doors.
“Wait! Where are you taking my cake?” Joyce shrieked, breaking away from Kenneth to intercept the chef.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Miller, but the account holder just authorized the cancellation of all non-essential catering items,” the chef replied.
“Kenneth! Call that man back right now!” Joyce screamed, pointing a trembling, diamond-ringed finger toward her son.
“That cake cost twelve hundred dollars, and it was supposed to be the centerpiece of my evening!”
“And my children were supposed to be treated with dignity, but priorities change,” Kenneth said, standing up slowly.
He adjusted his jacket, looking around the opulent room that he had financed entirely out of his own pocket.
“Every single flower arrangement, the mariachi band, the professional photographer—it’s all being billed back or canceled,” Kenneth declared.
May you like
“You can't do that! The contracts are already signed!” Joyce cried out in sheer, unmitigated panic.
“I signed them, Mother, which means I can terminate them whenever I choose,” Kenneth replied with absolute ice in his voice.
Related Stories
