Karl chuckles. The production assistant is waving her clipboard frantically,

checking her watch like we’re about to count down to an explosion. Karl takes

my hand and we run down the hall, bursting through the doors to the stage. The

assistant gestures to where our station is, all the way on the other end.

Composing ourselves, we walk stiffly onto the stage.

As we walk into the blinding lights, I can see the other contestants—waiting,

watching at their stations. Vanessa is watching from the judges’ stand, and for a

moment I expect her to shake her head with disappointment. But instead, she

shoots me a subtle wink and a thumbs-up. That alone is enough to make me

feel more at ease.

Enter title…

But then, just as we’re passing by the other stations, I hear it: Daniel’s voice, a

the air, low enough so

hear.

mutters to his sous

even get her morning straight without

no business being in a

of indignation bubbling beneath

me, his eyes narrowing as he registers

words.

something,” he growls, ready to pounce,

him to stand

not now. Not when it would only prove Daniel’s

place in the kitchen,

care of business.

say firmly.

as we approach our station. “And

you? Again?”

need you to fight my

you

him off. “Now is not the

moment before

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