“U h…Dianna?”

Dianna looked up from her desk and squinted at her assistant, Maria. “Why do you sound weird?”

“Um…you have a delivery.”

“A delivery?” she asked, pushing up from her desk. She never got deliveries at work. “What is it?”

“I think you need to come out here and see for yourself.”

Frowning, Dianna crossed the floor of her office and stepped out into the open plan space beyond her door. Every desk within sight held a pile of lemon-yellow bakery boxes stamped with a silver crown. There had to be at least fifty of them all told.

“What the fuck?” Dianna breathed as she opened the nearest box...