After escaping from the reporters, Deborah and her supporters ended up at a nearby restaurant to eat and celebrate her victory. Out of solidarity, everyone ordered juice or soda to accompany their meal, though Deborah insisted it wasn’t necessary. “Here,” said Caroline, passing Deborah a glass of orange juice. [Thank you.] “Well, let’s toast to freedom and a new beginning,” Jayden said, raising his glass of soda, and everyone followed suit. “Deborah, tell me, what will you do now?” asked George. [What do you mean?] “Well, I remember you haven’t worked, and you’re expecting my grandchild, so…” [Oh, that. Don’t worry, I have a way to survive. Thanks to a friend, I got a job behind Roger’s back.] “That’s great, Deborah. I commend your initiative. Can I ask what the job is?” [I’m an accountant. I help with a government support program.] “That is excellent, Deborah! Congratulations,” George said, noticing how his words made Deborah blush a little. “And how do you do the
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