Taste of Betrayal

Stella

“Your sous chef… I saw him trying to bribe the judges earlier.”

Conrad’s words land on me like a lead weight. Vance? Bribing the judges? He wouldn’t do something like that. When would he have even had the time? Why wouldn’t he have told me?

My gaze locks with Conrad’s, and disbelief tightens around my chest as though some invisible hand is gripping my heart, squeezing tighter and tighter.