"You know I was kind of looking forward to having some time out," Rachel told Quinn as she looked over all the less-than-thrilling applications for the next season of 'Hottest Baker'. "I was planning on relaxing, sleeping in. Maybe learning some yoga. I think I need it after everything that's happened. And yet here we are only three days after wrapping up 'Everlasting', contracted to produce this baking show. Why did I sign up for this, again?"

"You didn't," Quinn reminded her, tossing another dud application into the trash. "I signed us up. You didn't have a choice."

Rachel sighed. "Quinn, I really need…"

"You don't know what you need, Rachel. I do. And it's not yoga, it's work." Quinn told her. "And even if it wasn't, there's no way I'd have turned this job down. The amount of money they're paying us to produce this thing? Are you kidding me? Best holiday job ever. So stop complaining."

"Holiday job? That's an oxymoron." Rachel pointed out, but then brightened. "I guess a change is as good as a holiday, that's what they say. And this is certainly going to be a change. You realise I know next to nothing about cooking. I'm not exactly a foodie." As if to prove it, Rachel reached her hand into her bag of crisps and stuffed her face with another mouthful of munchies.

Quinn frowned, slightly disgusted, but assured her,"You don't have to be, Rach. The show's not about cooking."

"Errr… Quinn, it's a baking show. It's all about cooking." Rachel's words were muffled as she spoke with her mouth full.

"Oh, come on, Rachel! Can the viewers taste the creamy icing through their TV screens? Of course not. Can they smell the aromas wafting from the ovens? No. The food, the baking, it's all just window dressing. This show is about the exact same thing 'Everlasting' is about. Drama. That's what audiences respond to above all else."

"Okay, I get that," Rachel admitted. "But the network wants us to 'maintain the show's prestige and focus on quality hospitality."

"That's why we hire acclaimed food critics as judges and showcase the latest kitchenware – well that's also for product placement deals," Quinn admitted. "Look Rachel, the reason we were offered this gig, is to bring in the ratings and save this show after the last dismal season almost ruined it. They want us to get people watching. They want us to save this sinking ship before it goes under. And how do we do that?"

"Drama," Rachel's eyes gleamed. "Choose the right mix of volatile contestants, pit them against each other and watch things heat up."

"Exactly," Quinn grinned.

"So we're not necessarily looking for the best chefs?"

"As long as they're qualified. It's more about choosing the right mix of personalities."

"How about this guy?" Rachel picked up an application. "He's a pastry chef who specialises in vegan baking. I'm assuming he's qualified. The details are sketchy. It says he turned to veganism because of allergies. He could be interesting. Also, he's English so maybe he has a cute accent."

"Or a terrible one," Quinn pointed out. But she was interested. "What's he look like?"

"He's definitely hot," Rachel smirked. "And also? Naked. Apart from the apron." She handed Quinn the application with photo attached.

"Okay!" Quinn nodded approvingly. "This is what I call a hot baker!" She paused. "Is there's something odd about this photo? Is he in the kitchen?"

"Maybe he likes to bake in the nude?" Rachel suggested.

"Or he's been caught doing something – else - in the kitchen," Quinn surmised. "This is a candid shot." Quinn looked over the application form. "I don't think this guy…" she searched for his name, "Scott. I don't think he filled in this application. Someone else filled it out and sent it in. Probably without his knowledge."

"How can you tell?"

"Little things," Quinn noted. "Some details are vague or inconsistent, like where he completed his training. And this looks more like a woman's handwriting, don't you think? Also the candid photo." Quinn shrugged. "Could be a prank. Or there could be some other deeper, darker motives behind it."

"Does it matter?" Rachel asked. She felt wanted to audition this guy, but if the application was not genuine it was not really ethical. Maybe Quinn would not allow it.

"Of course it matters! It could make a great story. Audition him." Quinn instructed, handing the application back to Rachel. "I'm got a meeting with the network heads. I'll be back later. Call when you've got me a shortlist." With that Quinn left the room.

Rachel looked at the photo again. She wondered who this guy 'Scott' was and who had sent in his application, complete with revealing photo. "Let's find out," she said to herself and couldn't keep a devious smile from spreading across her face as she sealed the audition letter. This job was definitely going to be more enjoyable than yoga.