Elena's mouth itching to spill the tea she just found out in Mr Andrei's company.
They both stepped outside, near the side of the bakery where it was quieter. The cool breeze brushed past them as Elena began to recount everything — the badges, the chefs, the document, and the senior chef’s interruption.
Mrs. Gregory listened quietly, her eyes widening with each detail. When Elena finally finished, she exhaled deeply. “Elena, that’s serious,” she said in a low tone. “But we need to be careful. Maybe it’s a coincidence. Maybe the badges just look alike. That doesn’t mean Gabriella’s came from there.”
Elena shook her head firmly. “No, Mom. It’s the same. Exactly the same. Same design, same shine. I’m sure of it. I think Gabriella has been connected to Miss Ann all along.”
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