Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

"Alright."

To prove the cafeteria was squeaky clean, the organizers didn't hesitate they rounded up the captains of all four teams and headed straight for the kitchen. Even contestants who weren't feeling sick couldn't resist the drama and hurried after them, eager to see what all the fuss was about.

A whole crowd swept quickly toward the back kitchen.

Most of the kitchen staff had no clue what was going on. Suddenly, this group barged in, leaving everyone looking confused and startled.

"Everyone, stop what you're doing!" The organizer stood in the doorway, scanning each face with sharp eyes.

Just like Fiona suspected, he was seriously worried someone from his own kitchen might be behind all this. If that turned out to be true, he'd have a hard time explaining himself.

Talk about a nightmare.

All eyes zeroed in on the kitchen crew.

"Boss, what's happening?" A supervisor rushed over, trying his best to smile. "It's almost time to prep for dinner, and we've still got a mountain of work."

"Save it. Dinner can wait an hour or two-no one's going to starve."

the kitchen. The cooks all

off about one of the panels-it looked different

glanced at it a few times but didn't say

search turned up nothing, everyone, especially the

in his own kitchen, he'd never hear the end of it. But Fiona wasn't

over, stopping right in front of it. Everyone's eyes followed

on the panel where Fiona had looked, and said, "Nothing strange here at

Crash!

the floor right

knocked it off by accident. No one paid much attention, not even

at a pink bag filled with white powder.

everyone looked

was tied up

sharp, chemical

organizer immediately

haul