Dominic finally realized he had just humiliated his own uncle—the secret owner of the club.
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Chapter 8
Maeve returned three days later.
With Arthur.
She carried another pastry bag.
I stared at it.
“No.”
She frowned.
“It’s for you.”
“I have money.”
She looked offended.
“It’s a cookie.”
Fair.
I accepted.
Chocolate chip.
Excellent.
She watched carefully until I took a bite.
Then smiled.
Children understand generosity better than prestige committees.
I handed her the coin she had given me.
Again.
She shook her head.
“For you.”
“No.”
“For good luck.”
I thought.
Then accepted it.
Not because I needed the dollar.
Because refusing every gift from someone with less can become its own kind of arrogance.
“Then I keep it.”
She nodded seriously.
Good.
That coin went into my watch pocket.
May you like
Not a shrine.
A reminder.
