20 minutes later, my coworkers finished their boxed lunches in silence. My expression remained cold, and I didn't touch mine at all.Beside me, Gavin wiped his mouth and piped up, "So, what do we do next? Sightseeing?""Oh, there's no rush for that. Why don't we let everyone some time to digest their lunch?" Gracie answered. "While we do that, let's go around and talk about how lunch tasted!"Her words got everyone talking. Everyone decided to chime in at once."Tasted like pre-made food. It's ice cold. Gracie, did you really make this yourself?""Yeah. And the seasoning was way too heavy. It tasted really weird.""Now that you mention it, I feel like I'm about to get sick."Amid the complaints, Gracie tossed her already-cold boxed lunch in disgust. Then, she shot me a malicious look. "Ms. Simpson, why aren't you eating? Oh, right—all these ingredients came from the cheap food you sell on your livestream."I stayed up all night ordering them and putting these meals together, so
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