Korina looked at the batches of pastries she had to make that morning and groaned. She was just two seconds away from drafting a resignation letter or better still walking out of her work place and never returning.

Five hundred batches, freaking five hundred batches, that's what she had to make, seriously, She huffed as her eyes ran over the list again.

"Having trouble there?" She looked up and saw mark entering the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up and there was a huge brown stain ...