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I’m standing in the middle of the restaurant, my phone clutched in my hand as I stare at the screen.
The
headline glares back at me: “Inside Abby’s Bizarre World: A Journey into the Mind of a Lunatic.”
“Guys, you have to see this,” I say, grinning as I turn the screen towards Daisy, Chloe, Karl, John,
Ethan,
and Anton.
Karl starts to chuckle. “Oh my god, look, she included my quote—’it’s like being a hamster on a disco
ball:
spinning but fabulous.”
Daisy snickers. “That was pure gold, Karl. I’m surprised you came up with that one.”
Chloe leans over my shoulder. “And she actually wrote about your ‘commute from Mars’? How gullible
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Ethan laughs so hard he almost spits out his coffee. “This is hilarious. Do you think she realized we
were
messing with her?”
“I hope not,” Anton says, shaking his head. “It adds to the mystery, no?”
As we’re reveling in the absurdity of it all, my phone rings. The laughter dies down a bit as I glance at
the
caller ID. “It’s Mr. Thompson,” I announce before swiping to answer.
“Abby, good morning. I presume you’ve seen the article.” His voice is stern, making my heart race.
“I was… just discussing it with my team,” I reply, shooting a look at everyone to signal that it’s serious.
“Quite the story, huh?”
Mr. Thompson pauses, and I can practically feel the tension emanating through the phone. “I don’t find
it
amusing, Abby. This is terrible press for someone who is competing in the cook-off. What were you
thinking?”
I bite my lip, realizing the gravity of what’s happening. “Mr. Thompson, I can explain. The journalist was
actually a fraud. We found out too late, and we thought responding this way would at least make the
piece
discreditable.”
“You should have been more cautious, Abby. Such naivety doesn’t bode well in the culinary industry.”
I can feel my stomach knotting, the weight of his words crushing my earlier triumph. “I understand that
it
was a risky move, but it was an unusual situation.”
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“That may be, but you should know better than to retaliate like this. You’re now on thin ice, Abby. Not
just
with the competition, but with me.”
I look around at my friends; their faces are filled with concern. “I understand, Mr. Thompson. What
should I
do?”
He sighs. “Look, I like you, Abby. Since I believe you’re talented and I want to see you succeed, I’m
going
to give you another chance. I’ll send you the contact information of a journalist I trust. You’re going to
give
them an interview, and this time, it had better be straightforward. No antics.”
I feel a mix of relief and gratitude. “I appreciate that. Thank you.”
“Consider this your last chance, Abby. Don’t mess it up.”
“I won’t, Mr. Thompson. I promise.”
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