Chapter 105: The Wound's Gonna Heal

"Hey," Damian said quickly, "Victor just wanted to help because someone was ordering her around like a servant, even when she was injured. That was kindness, not a sordid affair. Projection much?"

The heated argument fueled the show's drama. The online chat buzzed:

"This is interesting. Sean and the assistant's story was the main focus—until now. A bit more drama always spices things up."

"Damian and Nina were close a while ago. What happened? They're enemies now!"

"Am I the only one who heard the production team—Joan?—ordering Quinn around privately? She's the only one who'd lord it over everyone, especially since she's close to Mr. Graham. No wonder Nina's stuck to her like glue."

"Oy, that's conjecture, hater. Accusing two people at once? The Quinn and Graham 'ship' hasn't sailed yet. Stop being delusional."

The chat room grew increasingly heated. Nina looked upset by a scathing remark, but Joan chuckled. "Someone apparently hasn't learned their lesson."

Damian said nothing, but asked Victor to join him at the grill. Their tea break would be a picnic-style affair; the team had to learn to grill and juice fruit on set.

Abigail was assigned grill duty, responsible for the sauce listed on her sheet. While working, Sean approached, removing his suit and tossing it to Kevin.

Kevin grinned slyly. "Need my help, Mr. Graham?"

Sean rolled up his sleeves and grunted. The audience wondered what was happening, but when Sean stood beside Abigail and took the skewer from her, the chat room exploded.

"Holy sh*t! The ship is real! Where's my oxygen?"

"Is the ship real?!"

"Someone slap me! Sean is so hot when he rolls up his sleeves! I can't believe a guy like him would do chores for the assistant."

"Hey, Kevin's hot too. Look at those eyes!"

Sean's actions energized everyone. Joan watched Abigail, who was surprised Sean pushed her away from her station. "I'll mince the garlic," she quickly said.

"Yeah. Right beside me," Sean replied quietly.

Only Abigail heard him. She was confused; he'd infuriated her the day before, yet now he was being flirtatious. She peeled and rinsed a clove of garlic, its whiteness contrasting with her glistening fingers.

Sean skewered meat, his gaze lingering on Abigail's fingers. Unseen by others, the camera caught it all, setting the chat ablaze again. Abigail minced the garlic in a food processor.

Joan, peeling fruit, deliberately cut her finger. Gasping, she dropped her knife and fruit into the basin. Nina rushed over, shouting, "Get the medic! She cut her finger!"

Joan clutched her finger, tears welling. Sean turned, about to put down his skewer, but Luna intervened. "I'll do it. You need to grill the food quickly, Mr. Graham. Everyone's starving."

Kevin hesitated, unsure whether to stop Sean from going to Joan, but Luna acted first. He quickly said, "The food processor blades are sharp. Keep an eye on Quinn. She needs to help Alana with the designs. We can't risk her hand."

Sean looked at Abigail. She removed the food processor blade. He approached, saying, "Put it on the table."

She did so. Sean picked it up, frowned, and took the basin, brushing the blade. The blades were sharp and thin; the brush's fur was easily severed.

A crowd gathered around Joan. Damian and Victor were looking for a saboteur, while Luna and Kevin feigned concern.

Victor examined Joan's hand. "It's nothing," he announced. "Just a scrape. It'll heal after she washes it and rests."

"Wash it? She needs a medic to disinfect it," Nina retorted, suspecting Victor's motives.

Damian examined the wound. "Yeah," he said coolly. "Pick up the pace, medic, or the wound's going to heal up."