Abby

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt,” I say, offering ‘Alex’ a tense smile as I walk up to her and Anton. “I

just need to speak with Anton for a moment.”

“Um, sure,” Alex says, scribbling something else on her notepad. “Take your time.”

Throwing her another grin, I snatch Anton by the arm and signal for Karl to follow. I lead them to a

secluded corner of the kitchen, away from the prying ears of the mysterious ‘journalist’. My heart pounds

in my chest.

“Is everything okay, Abby?” Anton asks, looking a little pale. “I hope I did not say the wrong things—”

“No, Anton, you were great,” I whisper, glancing over my shoulder at Alex, who is staring at the

furiously on her notepad.

Enter title…

“A fake?” Anton asks.

phone and scrolls through it rapidly. “Hang

hand where he had scribbled Alex’s number earlier. His eyes

moments, his face

This isn’t

Anton’s eyes are practically saucers

looks mortified. “The number I gave you, Abby, isn’t the

the tension knotting up in my stomach, making

so stupid. I must have clicked the wrong link,” Karl confesses, showing us his phone screen where

that looks eerily similar to a locally renowned

looks like the real site,

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