They Kicked Me Out, So I Purchased the Opposite Mall and Overpowered Them

The third floor of this mall was a ghost town when it first opened.

No one wanted to lease here.

I was the first to sign a contract. I powered through two brutal years, single-handedly turning this dead zone into a bustling hotspot.

On weekends, the queue for my bakery stretched all the way to the escalators.

When it was time to renew the lease, the property manager, Craig Miller, slid the contract over with a smug grin.

The rent had gone up by forty percent.

"This is way too high," I said, keeping my voice calm. "Can we negotiate?"