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As Debra thought about the pack of birth control pills from earlier that day, she forced a smile and said, "Mr. Lowe, I'm not that hungry."

"I know. You didn't like what the hotel served yesterday," Drake responded.

"No, I'm really not hungry," Debra said.

She was eager to excuse herself and prayed that Marion would arrive soon.

Drake started eating. As if engaging in casual conversation, he asked, "Kale said you contacted someone from the McKinney Group today."

"It was an old colleague," Debra quickly explained. "I had some paid leave to record that show, and they still owe me 30 thousand dollars. I thought I'd ask about it when you submitted my resignation. After all, jobs with salaries like that aren't easy to find." She picked up her fork and knife, trying to mask her nervousness with action. But then she thought about the possibility of Drake drugging the food, so she put the tableware back down.

Drake chuckled, "What's the matter? Afraid I drugged the food?"

Debra stiffened. "Not really."

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