The sky had darkened, and Juan suggested that Debra go upstairs to rest.

After an hour of rest, she came back down, only to find several dishes on the table that hadn't been there before.

"What's all this?" she asked, puzzled.

"Try it and see if it's good," he said.

In an apron, Juan looked every bit the domestic chef.

Debra sat down and looked at the dishes. "Fish, beef, and turkey? You made these?"

Juan coughed awkwardly, his gaze flicking toward the nearby trash can. Following his gaze, Debra saw the trash can filled with burnt food.

"You made all of this?" Debra asked, her smile fading.

"I'm not quite good at cooking," Juan admitted, looking embarrassed.

"Well then, just stay away and don't waste food."

"Got it."

only thing she had made was the beef stew. The rest were takeouts, and they

the director scratched

or eight minutes of usable

Everyone fell into thought.

staff member chimed

it

out, we should juste

We can't afford to

Mr. Nichols."

time

"Five hours."

a

staff member rushed into the control room and whispered

nodded

in silence. Just as Debra

to get up early

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