Abby
All I can do is watch, helpless, as Karl’s form recedes.
He’s being guided forcibly away by the firm hand of a security guard, and he’s
yelling something over the din of the crowd, the announcer, and the sounds of
cooking.
I can’t make out what he’s saying, but whatever it is, it’s frantic. But before I can
make sense of it, a microphone is suddenly shoved in my face, and the camera
blocks my view of Karl’s fading form.
“Abby, what’s happening? Does your sous chef often show such aggressive
behavior?” The announcer’s voice breaks through my train of thought, loud and
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grating over the microphone. I feel frozen to my spot, unsure of what to do.
“I… Um… Excuse me,” I manage, pushing past the announcer and hurrying
toward the edge of the stage, toward where Karl and the security guard
disappeared to. But Mr. Thompson is already in my way, grabbing my arm and
yanking me out of the view of the camera.
“Abby, you can’t follow him,” Mr. Thompson hisses, his voice low. “Get back out
there.”
“But I need to—” I begin, but the words are cut off.
“No,” Mr. Thompson cuts in, his tone leaving no room for argument. “What you
need to do is finish your dish. This will be handled, don’t worry.”
“But Karl, he—”
taken care of,” he interrupts firmly. “The judges have made
You must continue or
races. “But I can’t cook without
“It’s not fair. Daniel still
Mr. Thompson retorts with a regretful shake of
but it’s not up to
The concept seems so far from me now.
can’t do this all on my own.
pretend that this is all okay,” I say. “He would never
This—this is a farce!”
anything,” Mr.
you’re here for, isn’t it?
at the station, at the unfinished
the lights, the eyes on the stage—all of it is the real
is right; I can’t just
have to go back,” Mr. Thompson murmurs, his voice lower now,
laced with concern. “You know Karl would want you to finish this,
without him.”
for a fleeting second, letting his words anchor me
Thompson is
each word feels hollow, even to me. “But
won’t let this lie. Karl is many things, but
one of them.”
Mr. Thompson says, squeezing my shoulder. “I’ll look into
Personally.”
on stage, where
me all this time. The
staring at me from their booth.
are right back at work. And the timer hasn’t
already wasted several minutes over
dash past the camera and
ticking time bomb, a countdown to an explosion that
utterly helpless
my way past Daniel’s station, I catch his eyes. He
work, his sous chef cooking
look with that knowing glint in
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