Maddie's Recipe Of Mysteries (A Rockcrest Cove Cozy Mystery Book 1) by Emily Page
Authors: Emily Page
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information with anyone, not even my own family.”
“Yeah, I know.” Emma tried to sound apologetic. “I just didn’t think it would be that big a deal. I mean it was only one recipe.”
“If I catch you sharing information like this again, Emma”—Madeline spoke with a forcefulness that Emma had never seen before—“you’re fired.”
Emma stood there, her apologetic face slowly giving way to anger.
Madeline watched a full transformation happen right before her eyes. For a moment the two women stood staring at each other.
There was no way for Emma to hold it in any longer. “How dare you.”
Madeline looked nonplussed at the statement, clearly taken off guard. “I beg your pardon?” she queried.
“You heard me,” Emma said. Her anger and jealousy had finally got the better of her.
“How dare you sit here in your precious little domain and treat me as though I had absolutely nothing to do with your success. As if you did it all by yourself.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about this store. How you cheated to get this store,” she said.
“I’ve worked this store from its very beginning with my own hands, with my own sweat.”
“And where did you get the money?” Emma demanded.
“The money?” Madeline looked confused.
“Yes, the money,” Emma said. “You used the money you won from the competition that the three of us entered.”
Madeline thought for a moment. She needed a minute to process the information Emma was spewing at her.
“Yes, I used the money from the competition that I won,” she said, putting a strong emphasis on the “I.”
“You should’ve shared the money with us.”
“What? Whatever gave you the idea that you deserved part of my winnings?”
“We entered the contest together.”
“Yes, we did. But you and Evan pulled out and decided to compete on your own.”
“But you used our recipe.”
“I most certainly did not.” Madeline was aghast. “I used my own recipe.”
“We had all agreed on the praline cupcake for the entry, and that’s what you won with.”
“Well, it wasn’t your recipe. You took yours when you pulled out of the team,” Madeline defended.
Now furious at the accusation, she continued. “And I’m going to say it again. If I ever catch you sharing my recipes with anyone ever again, I will fire you.”
“The day you fire me is the day I go public and tell the world how you cheated in the competition and bribed your way to success.” Emma’s voice spewed icy venom in Madeline’s direction.
“Well, then,” Madeline said with icy calmness. “Let that day be today.” She pointed in the direction of the front door. “Get out of my store.”
Emma looked shocked. She never really thought Madeline would actually fire her. She stood there still as a statue, her eyes red from anger.
“You’ll regret this,” Emma responded, but with less fire than she had before.
Madeline stood there, cold, angry, bitter, and deeply hurt. All this time she had thought that Emma was her friend, and now she saw her for who she really was. Emma grabbed her bag and stormed out of the store. She tried to slam the door as she left, but the electric device that allowed it to open and close slowly wouldn’t let her. She only made herself look more ridiculous as the other customers stared on. Humiliated, she left the store.
Standing in the office, Madeline worked hard to regain her composure. She picked up Astoria and stroked her soft fur to calm her nerves while she paced back and forth. Her thoughts were all over the place.
How long had Emma been giving away her secrets?
Who was she giving them to?
Why was she so convinced that she had cheated in the competition?
The questions wouldn’t stop running through her mind. Was she such a poor judge of character?
Why hadn’t she seen
“Yeah, I know.” Emma tried to sound apologetic. “I just didn’t think it would be that big a deal. I mean it was only one recipe.”
“If I catch you sharing information like this again, Emma”—Madeline spoke with a forcefulness that Emma had never seen before—“you’re fired.”
Emma stood there, her apologetic face slowly giving way to anger.
Madeline watched a full transformation happen right before her eyes. For a moment the two women stood staring at each other.
There was no way for Emma to hold it in any longer. “How dare you.”
Madeline looked nonplussed at the statement, clearly taken off guard. “I beg your pardon?” she queried.
“You heard me,” Emma said. Her anger and jealousy had finally got the better of her.
“How dare you sit here in your precious little domain and treat me as though I had absolutely nothing to do with your success. As if you did it all by yourself.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about this store. How you cheated to get this store,” she said.
“I’ve worked this store from its very beginning with my own hands, with my own sweat.”
“And where did you get the money?” Emma demanded.
“The money?” Madeline looked confused.
“Yes, the money,” Emma said. “You used the money you won from the competition that the three of us entered.”
Madeline thought for a moment. She needed a minute to process the information Emma was spewing at her.
“Yes, I used the money from the competition that I won,” she said, putting a strong emphasis on the “I.”
“You should’ve shared the money with us.”
“What? Whatever gave you the idea that you deserved part of my winnings?”
“We entered the contest together.”
“Yes, we did. But you and Evan pulled out and decided to compete on your own.”
“But you used our recipe.”
“I most certainly did not.” Madeline was aghast. “I used my own recipe.”
“We had all agreed on the praline cupcake for the entry, and that’s what you won with.”
“Well, it wasn’t your recipe. You took yours when you pulled out of the team,” Madeline defended.
Now furious at the accusation, she continued. “And I’m going to say it again. If I ever catch you sharing my recipes with anyone ever again, I will fire you.”
“The day you fire me is the day I go public and tell the world how you cheated in the competition and bribed your way to success.” Emma’s voice spewed icy venom in Madeline’s direction.
“Well, then,” Madeline said with icy calmness. “Let that day be today.” She pointed in the direction of the front door. “Get out of my store.”
Emma looked shocked. She never really thought Madeline would actually fire her. She stood there still as a statue, her eyes red from anger.
“You’ll regret this,” Emma responded, but with less fire than she had before.
Madeline stood there, cold, angry, bitter, and deeply hurt. All this time she had thought that Emma was her friend, and now she saw her for who she really was. Emma grabbed her bag and stormed out of the store. She tried to slam the door as she left, but the electric device that allowed it to open and close slowly wouldn’t let her. She only made herself look more ridiculous as the other customers stared on. Humiliated, she left the store.
Standing in the office, Madeline worked hard to regain her composure. She picked up Astoria and stroked her soft fur to calm her nerves while she paced back and forth. Her thoughts were all over the place.
How long had Emma been giving away her secrets?
Who was she giving them to?
Why was she so convinced that she had cheated in the competition?
The questions wouldn’t stop running through her mind. Was she such a poor judge of character?
Why hadn’t she seen
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