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He started the engine. He was dusty, tired, and aching. But as he merged back onto the busy road, heading toward his family, Elias straightened his back.

He arrived at the new high-rise. The lobby smelled like eucalyptus and money. The concierge looked at Elias’s boots with hesitation before pointing him to the service elevator. breadwinner sandy springs

The scent of yeast usually calmed him, but today the air in the kitchen was thick with tension. His assistant, a twenty-something culinary school grad named Julian, was inspecting a tray of baguettes with a frown. He started the engine

Elias wiped his hands on his apron. It was stained with a lifetime of flour. "They taste right, Julian. That’s what matters." heading toward his family