The sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air as the baker expertly piped intricate designs onto a tray of colorful cupcakes. "I'm telling you, it's a classic cutthroat move," she said, her bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern. "They're not even sure what they're cutting themselves off from." Her assistant, dressed in a crisp white apron, leaned in, her voice low. "What's going on with the mayor's wife's catering business? I've heard the rival bakery is causing trouble." The baker raised an eyebrow, a sprinkle of sugar dusting her cheek. "You heard the same thing I did – Whisked Wonders is in financial trouble. Just last week, they cut ten staff members." Her assistant nodded thoughtfully. "But what about the Gambourgs? They've been trying to poach our talent for years. Maybe they're trying to send a message." The baker's expression turned stern. "Well, whoever is behind it, we won't let them ruin us. We're known for our sweet treats and warm hearts in this town. We'll just have to make sure our baked goods are sweeter than ever." A tray of golden-brown pastries emerged from the oven, drawing the baker's attention. "Time to get back to baking. We have a town to feed, and a reputation to uphold."