Chapter 44

• 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 on his white shirt, she didn't remember seeing it there earlier.