Sunday, or as we called it in this world, the 7th day of the week.
I stood outside the Leonamon cake shop, the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods wafting through the air. The shop was managed by one of my women, Amy. Though she had always been a bit slow, she was dependable and tackled her tasks with dedication. After she positioned the "Open" sign with a practiced hand, she turned and greeted me with a beaming smile.
The cake shop had been thriving, its sales blossoming under the diligent efforts of its staff. While it didn't rake in the kind of profits some of my other ventures did, it was far from struggling. In fact, its steady success had led to the opening of several new branches across the kingdom. The Leonamon cake shop might have been the underdog in terms of revenue, but it was carving out its own niche, and that was something to be proud of.
