Melody’s POV
I made it the bakery in record time, hitting every green light on the way. Pulling up, I saw that my morning baker, Jim had already arrived. The poor guy had volunteered for the overtime to cover Tiffany’s shift, now that I had fired her. I felt bad and grateful to him for doing that; definitely going to give him a bonus on his check this week, and also find someone to hire and train to cover the cleaning shift.
Going in, I could see that Jim was hard at work making the donuts for that day. They had their usual orders for local businesses and hotels to make, as well as for the case in the store. I knew Jim didn’t need the help, so I began with icinging cakes and cupcakes, getting them ready to go out as well. There were a few cake orders for weddings going out on Friday I ha
