Blurb：
In the bustling Joy Restaurant, Wendy Scott, the gentle and slow-tempered pastry helper, faces an unexpected turn when owner Leo Clark demands a pay cut, citing poor profits—despite the restaurant's daily crowds and his lavish purchases like a new yacht. As Wendy grapples with the unfairness, her love for Chef Lee's fluffy pastry reminds her of simpler times. But when Leo's wife, Mary Lewis, coldly fires her for "eating too much," Wendy's world shatters—until Shirley Lincoln, her quick-tempered front desk ally, steps in. Shirley's fierce loyalty leads to a dramatic confrontation, exposing Leo's greed and Mary's hypocrisy, and culminates in both women walking out together. This heartwarming tale of friendship follows Wendy and Shirley as they navigate unemployment, family struggles, and new beginnings, proving that true bonds withstand even the toughest trials. Dive into a story where characters like Leo Clark, Mary Lewis, and Chef Lee come alive, and witness how Wendy's kindness and Shirley's bravery redefine resilience.
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My name is Wendy Scott, and I've been working as a helper in the Pastry Department at Joy Restaurant for three years.My colleagues say I'm slow-tempered, like a gentle little deer, with hardly any anger.
That afternoon, the restaurant owner, Leo Clark, suddenly called me into his office.
The scent of cigars lingered in the office. He leaned against the leather sofa, fingers tapping on the desk, eyes flickering with impatience.
"Wendy, the restaurant's profits aren't doing well this year. You're a senior employee, so you need to lead by taking a pay cut."
As he spoke, I glanced at the new watch on his wrist, feeling somewhat stunned.
Joy Restaurant is packed every single day. Last month he even bought a new yacht—so how could the profits be bad?
But I didn't dare ask. Instead, I thought about Chef Lee's fluffy pastry—soft and fragrant, just like the ones my mother used to make.
To be able to eat fluffy pastry every day, I nodded. "Alright, I have no problem with that."
Seeing that I was so easy to talk to, Leo Clark's expression softened a bit, but then his wife, Mary Lewis, suddenly spoke up.
"Let me say it."
She wore bright red nail polish and carried a limited-edition bag, her tone dripping with disdain.
"The Pastry Department has switched to pre-made pastries now; they no longer need helpers."
"You eat so many fluffy pastries every day; the restaurant really can't afford it. Why don't you go do odd jobs at the fast food place across the street?"
I froze, clutching the edge of my clothes, barely able to believe my ears.
She spends tens of thousands on a single beauty treatment, and her pet dog's monthly expenses exceed my entire salary—yet she can't afford someone like me who earns 3,000 a month?
Could it really be that I ate too much fluffy pastry?
I bit my lip, realizing I might never taste Chef Lee's fluffy pastry again, and a sharp sadness welled up inside me.
"Fine..." I whispered.
I spoke softly and turned to leave, but someone grabbed my arm.
It was Shirley Lincoln, a Front Desk attendant and my closest work buddy.
She has a quick temper. Whenever she sees me wronged, she can't hold back.
"Leo! Don't you have any conscience?"
Shirley pointed right at Leo's nose, her voice loud and clear, so sharp it almost hurt my ears.
"Two years ago, when the restaurant was on the brink of collapse, she filmed Chef Lee making fluffy pastry, posted it online and saved the restaurant."
"And now that you're making money, you just throw her aside?"
Leo's face flushed dark red from the scolding. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and snapped, "My restaurant's affairs are none of your business."
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