Virginia's POV
The phone slips from my trembling fingers, clattering against the marble floor of my bedroom. On the screen, post after post defends that pathetic little bakery. My bakery attack—months of planning, fake accounts, bribes to get people to claim food poisoning—all ruined in less than twenty-four hours.
"Sunrise Bakes cleared of all charges."
"Community supports local baker after false accusations."
"Health Department: Bakery exceeds all safety standards."
My chest burns with rage. Someone with serious pull organized this counter-attack. Someone who cares enough about Scarlett to move mountains for her. The question eating at me is who?
I snatch my phone off the floor and call the one person who owes me favors.
"Marcus? The plan failed. Someone got the health department
