Cupcake And Mr Biggs Access

By J. Montgomery

He finished the cupcake in three silent bites. Then he looked at Cupcake, and for the first time in thirty years, he said something he never thought he’d say: cupcake and mr biggs

In the glittering skyline of a city that never sleeps, there are two kinds of people: those who climb the ladder, and those who bake the bread. For a decade, was the king of the ladder. A real estate mogul with a jaw like a cinder block and a reputation for eating smaller firms for breakfast, he was the man who turned offices into gold and parks into parking structures. For a decade, was the king of the ladder

Cupcake wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron. She didn’t cry. Instead, she boxed up a dozen of her finest—a new recipe she’d been perfecting: The Humble Pie (a spiced honey cupcake with a bourbon caramel core and a crumb topping that tasted like forgiveness). She didn’t cry

“How much for the recipe?”

And on the top floor, in a penthouse office overlooking the same rainy skyline, a silver-haired man sits with a small white box. He opens it. He breathes in the smell of honey and bourbon. And for just a moment, the king of the city stops climbing.