Della

I bake bread for a living. I've been doing it since my mom died and I stopped letting anyone else in. When my landlord raised the rent, the only place I could afford was a live-work unit above a boxing gym. Which meant meeting the three men who co-own it, all of whom hate my ovens. Idris runs the ring and runs early. Baz runs his mouth. Renny runs the camera nobody knew was on me. We were a negotiation at first. Then we were a routine. Then I was making four breakfasts a morning and pretending it wasn't the best part of my life. My ex thinks he can buy the bakery out from under me. He's forgotten something I nearly did — I don't sell. I build. And this time I'm building it with three names on the lease.