Abby
My hand trembles slightly as I dial Mr. Thompson’s number, each ring sounding like a warning siren against my ear. The kitchen is still flooded, and the chaos is like a perfect mirror image of my inner turmoil right now.
“Mr. Thomson,” I breath, my voice shaking, as the line clicks to life.
“Abby?” his voice crackles through, instantly picking up on my tone. “Is everything okay?”
The words spill out in a rush. “The restaurant—a pipe burst, the kitchen is flooded, and the power went out. I need to inform the judges that I can’t do this today.”
“Abby, you can’t cancel now,” he cuts in sharply. “Today was chosen by the judges very deliberately. If you cancel, then they might go for another contestant instead.”
A knot forms in my stomach as my mind scrambles to come up with a solution. “Okay, I won’t cancel, but I can’t do it here. I need to… I need to move the venue—to my house.”
There’s a pause before he answers. “Your house? Abby, this is highly unorthodox. Rescheduling could look bad, but changing the venue so drastically, and an unprofessional setting no less... Are you sure?”
“I don’t have another choice, do I?” I insist, my voice a mix of determination and desperation. “It will be professional. Trust me, it will be an experience they won’t forget. I’ll make sure of it.”
He sighs, and I can hear the sound of something like papers shuffling on the other end. “I can convey this to them, but I can’t guarantee—”
“Just tell them,” I interrupt, my voice pleading. “Please.”
The call ends with a promise that he’ll try. That’s all any of us can do, isn’t it?
…
I pace the floor of my kitchen as I wait, the chaos of the burst pipe reflecting the turmoil in my mind. I’m playing a dangerous game, changing the venue last minute, and I haven’t even heard back from Mr. Thompson yet.
“Abby, plumber’s here,” John calls out, snapping me back to the present crisis.
“Good,” I mutter, forcing a calm over myself that I don’t feel in the slightest.
The plumber is already knee-deep in the mess, his face serious as he examines the disaster. “Huh,” he says, shining his flashlight up into the burst pipe. “That’s strange.”
“What’s strange?” I ask, feeling my breath hitch.
“You’ve got a huge blockage,” he says as his hands work with a long plastic snake to dislodge it. “Looks like... paper towels. And cardboard?”
My heart drops into my stomach. “Cardboard?” I echo, dumbfounded.
“Yup,” he grunts, pulling out a sodden, grotesque mass. It’s a monstrous wad of paper towels, mixed together with pieces of what looks unmistakably like cardboard.
My staff clusters around, their expressions a mixture of confusion and concern. I catch their eyes, one by one, searching for a flicker of guilt, a shadow of deceit.
“Has anyone been shoving stuff down the sink?” I ask, although I know my team and would trust them not to do something like this. They wouldn’t be so reckless, so foolish.
“No way, Abby,” Anton says, and there’s a chorus of denials and shaking of heads.
“I’m sorry,” I say, passing my hand over my weary face. “I know you guys wouldn’t do this. It’s just…” My voice trails off. I don’t even know what to say.
The plumber clears his throat and draws my attention back. “Oh, and there’s another thing,” he starts, and I can tell from his tone that I’m not going to like it in the slightest. “The water shouldn’t have killed the power the way it did. You might wanna call an electrician.”
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