«Help Wanted» by J.R. Nichols

The donuts need making, the cookies need frosting, and Boss Lady just fired the only other worker. 
What is a baker to do?
In this case - pick up the pace; sweep and mix and frost to the backbeat of a tune that’s been hatching in your worried mind for some time, now.
Until…
… through the door comes a potential replacement, with T.R.O.U.B.L.E written all over his “just-Boss-Lady’s-type” face. 
Can anyone save the bakery from Boss Lady’s increasingly poor decisions? More importantly, can anyone save Boss Lady from herself?