He picked his city center location, the first one he had launched, where his mother once assisted with baking pies!

Jordan clenched his jaw. It wasn’t insult that bothered him. It was the realization that this was their default — belittling people they assumed had no money. His mother had taught him that you never judge someone by their clothes or their pockets. You judged them by how they treated others.

A construction worker walked in, dusty and sunburned from a morning shift. He asked politely for a cup of water. Denise didn’t hesitate. “If you’re not buying something else, don’t loiter.”

That was it.

Jordan stood and walked to the counter. Denise barely looked at him. “Customer service number’s on the receipt,” she muttered.

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