Evelyn's POV

Cass’s voice over the intercom was brisk. “Evelyn, come to Amanda’s office. Now.”

My stomach sank. Whatever this was, it didn’t sound good. When I stepped inside the office, the air was tense. Cass stood near the door with his arms crossed, his usual calm demeanor edged with steel. Amanda sat behind her desk, her mouth pressed into a hard line.

Cass didn’t waste time. “We found out some of the desserts you created last year were submitted under Amanda’s name,” he ...