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“Boss, you’re not going to work today?”
“I’m making breakfast,” Dominic said. “For the girls.”
Rosa’s eyes widened.
“But boss… you can’t cook.”
“I’ll learn.”
Rosa said nothing.
She stepped back and let him have the kitchen.
Dominic looked around.
Refrigerator.
Gas stove.
Pan.
Eggs.
Bread.
He had built an empire from nothing.
Surely he could make breakfast.
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