Olivia's POV
I stood at the counter of Taylor's Cafe, feeling like I was trapped in some kind of nightmare.
"Raw sugar?" The barista blinked at me slowly. "Like... sugar that's... raw?"
"Yes," I said through gritted teeth, my patience already wearing thin from frustration and the pile of work waiting for me in the office. "Raw sugar. Unrefined. Organic. Natural. However you want to describe it."
He scratched his head, looking perplexed. "We've got white sugar, brown sugar, and those little pink packets..."
Of course they don't have raw sugar. I could practically feel Maxwell's smugness radiating from the office from across the street. He definitely knew Taylor's wouldn't have it. This was just another one of his schemes to make my life miserable.
"Do you know where I might find raw sugar?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain calm despite wanting to scream.
