Chapter 0193


    Daisy clenches her fists. “Ugh, I knew something was off about her.”


    Chloe rubs her temples. “So what’s the n, Abby? We can’t just kick her out.”


    “Yeah,” Ethan adds. “We don’t need another PR nightmare right now.”


    “Oh, don’t worry,” I say, a sly smile crossing my face. “I’ve got an idea. We’re going to answer her


    questions, but we’ll do it in the most ridiculous way possible. Let’s make her article an absolute circus.


    If she wants to write trash, then that’s exactly what she’ll get.”


    John grins. “I’m liking where this is going already.”


    Karl looks worried but intrigued. “You sure about this, Abby?” he murmurs.


    “As sure as I am that the Earth is t,” I say with a wink, setting the tone for the evening’s… theatrics.


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    Daisy starts to giggle. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”


    We disperse back to our stations, armed with our roles in this little farce. The tension transforms into


    electrifying excitement.


    Alex finally emerges from the kitchen with a baffled look on her face, her pen still poised to write. She


    beelines for Karl next, who is pretending to scrub the wall with a sponge.


    “What are you doing?” she asks, eyeing him suspiciously.


    He shrugs as nonchntly as ever. “Food fight ident. Can I help you?”


    Alex narrows her eyes, but says nothing more about it. “So Karl, how does it feel to be part of Abby’s


    restaurant?” she asks, jotting notes down before he even answers.


    Karl smiles. “Ah, you know, it’s like being a hamster on a disco ball. Spinning, but fabulous.”


    I stifle augh into my napkin, pretending it’s a cough. Karl throws me a quick nce, his lips turning


    upwards into an almost imperceptible smirk.


    Alex looks puzzled but presses on, turning to Chloe. “Chloe, can you describe Abby in three words?”


    Chloe doesn’t miss a beat. “Humble space alien.”


    Alex blinks, visibly confused but dutifully writes it down. She finally turns to me. “Abby, your friends and


    associates have quite unique perspectives about you and your work. Do you have anyments?”


    “I’d say they’re spot on,” I reply, deadpan. “Although, the term ‘alien’ is a bit offensive. We on Mars


    prefer ‘extra-terrestrial.’”


    Her pen pauses in the air. “Mars?”


    “Oh, yes,” I nod. “Themute is a killer, but the low-gravity weekends are worth it.”


    Alex finishes her scribbling, clearly baffled, before turning back to Daisy. “Okay… And, Daisy—”


    Instead of answering, Daisy begins wildly making hand gestures, a grin stered on her face.


    “What is she—”


    “Oh, she’s deaf,” John says, shrugging. “You didn’t know?”


    Alex’s face pales. “Well, no. She was just talking to me a few minutes ago.”


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    I look around at my quirky, incredible team. “We did it,” I announce, my voice hoarse but triumphant.