Abby

I’m sitting by myself in the breakroom, my fingers wrapped around a cardboard

cup of coffee from the vending machine. The coffee has already gone cold, but

it’s not like I was drinking it anyway. The taste was too bitter for what I need right

now.

Karl stepped out just a few minutes ago. He said he had to make a call, and I’m

too numb to question it. Right now, I welcome the silence of the breakroom. I

needed it after that little display on the stage.

I can still feel the heat from the stage lights, the biting sting of Logan’s harsh

words. “You should know your ingredients.” His voice replays in my head like a

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pulsing alongside the pounding headache I have

now.

and Bryan strides in, his phone

He shoots me a distracted nod before he murmurs

privacy for

my chagrin, Daniel enters the breakroom just

sees me, his eyes lip up

blood boil.

there, Abby,” he says, pouring himself a coffee. No

just as I expected. Just

do with it?” The accusation leaps

can weigh the consequences.

back against the counter, his eyes narrowing into

station? Please. I don’t play games, Abby. I don’t have

the only one who—” I

It’s too much of a leap, and

evidence.

didn’t, you should have known,”

her ingredients by smell, by taste.” Daniel’s sneer is sharp and

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