“You’re Just a Baker,” My Sister Screamed—The Next Time They Heard My Name, It Was on a Tokyo Flagship

short, bitter laugh. “That coward.”

The anger flared hot and clean. For once, I didn’t try to squash it.

“I’m very interested,” I said. “I just need to figure out how.”

“Then that’s where we start,” he said simply.

We talked for an hour about logistics—visas, supply chains, quality control, training. He didn’t talk down to me or gloss over challenges. continue reading …