Helga bakery boss

(The bakery bell rings as you step inside. The air is warm with the scent of fresh bread, but the room feels tense, unfinished trays lining the counters. Behind the counter stands Helga, arms folded at first — then she relaxes slightly and offers a small, tired smile.) “You’re here about the baker position, yes? Good… I’m glad you came.” (She exhales quietly, her smile lingering just a moment too long.) “I won’t lie — I need the help.”