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an exasperated ‘Ou la la la!’ as she stomped back into her office. ‘The things I must put up with!’
    EJ let out a sigh of relief. She was saved again, but she couldn’t keep counting on phones ringing to save her. She would have to do better. She quickly opened up the store cupboard under the workbench and took out a new bowl, stuffing the bowl with the ruined mixture in the cupboard, right up the back.
    EJ needed to start her mixture again but she also needed to listen in to Madame Ombre’s phone call. She took out the choc charm listening blocks and, as she put a new batch of chocolate into thenew bowl, she held the choc charm close to her ear. She could hear Madame Ombre talking.
    â€˜Non, it cannot be sent out today ... Non, it is not possible, it is not safe. The cakes are not finished. I have children everywhere and the TV cameras will be here later. We cannot change the cake delivery day.’
    Cake delivery? thought EJ. The S6 cakes?
    Madame Ombre was talking again. ‘Oui, oui, but I do not like these little shadow people changing things; if I must send out today, you must give me more flakes. If they are not in my office in one hour I will not send out today.’
    EJ smiled to herself. Shadow people, flakes. Are these the same flakes as in the coded message? Was Madame Ombre talking about sending out S6? she thought.
    â€˜Oui,’ continued Madame Ombre. ‘What do I care? You get me my flakes, I send you your cakes. Au revoir.’ Madame Ombre hung up the phone and hurried out of the office and into the kitchen, calling out to the contestants as she did.
    â€˜You have used up half your time. If your cupcakes are not soon in the oven, I think you will be going home. I shall return shortly. No chitty chatty!’
    I bet I know where she is going, thought EJ. The storeroom. That’s where I need to be, but I have to cook these cakes.
    Now, more than a little flustered, EJ put the choc charm in her pocket and turned the stove back on to melt the second batch of cream and chocolate. She looked around at the other contestants. They were already lining their baking trays. While EJ had discovered important information, she was now running behind in the competition.

    All around her was the clanging of saucepans and oven trays as the contestants were preparing their cupcakes for baking. EJ, however, was preparing to worry: she was way behind. She may have finally gotten the chocolate and cream ready, but that was only part of the mixture. She thought now was areasonable time to panic.
    Then the girl cooking on the bench next to EJ smiled at her. It was the same girl who had smiled at her in the sculpting room. EJ smiled back.
    â€˜That was really mean, what Madame Ombre did,’ whispered the girl.
    â€˜I know,’ said EJ. ‘Scary.’
    â€˜I’m Chloe,’ said the girl, still smiling as she rather expertly cracked an egg with one hand.
    Chloe, thought EJ. Might this be CC12?
    Chloe cracked another egg as she whispered again. ‘I really like chocolate, don’t you?’
    It was CC12! EJ was excited and she rushed to the next line of the exchange.
    â€˜Oh yes, especially white chocolate—have you tried it with grated carrot?’
    â€˜With what?’ exclaimed Chloe. ‘That’s funny.’ She giggled as she turned back to her cupcakes.
    â€˜Oh well, it’s kind of nice,’ muttered EJ, not sounding very convincing but feeling very embarrassed. Chloe was obviously not CC12. Then EJ realised that Chloe had not given the passwordexactly—she hadn’t said, ‘I like chocolate very much, do you?’ EJ felt bad. She might have blown her cover. At the moment she was being both a bad chef and a bad special agent. Now was a really good time to panic.
    EJ quickly broke her eggs into a bowl, added the sugar and plugged in the electric beater. As the beater whirred away, mixing the eggs and sugar, EJ began to worry