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

Enter title…

alongside the pounding headache

now.

open, and Bryan strides in, his phone

distracted nod before

no doubt seeking privacy for

my chagrin, Daniel enters

eyes lip up with a smirk

blood boil.

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

I expected.

you have anything to do with it?”

can weigh the consequences.

the counter, his eyes narrowing

with your station? Please. I don’t play games,

the spices were switched. You were the only one

too much of a leap, and I don’t

evidence.

did, which I didn’t, you should

ingredients by smell, by taste.”

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