#Chapter 152: The Favorite

Karl The second round had left a bitter taste in my mouth. Seeing the way that the judge, Logan, tore into Abby on live television left me feeling maybe a little too overprotective, but I couldn’t just stand idly by while Abby had her integrity ripped apart on stage. I told Abby I needed to take a call, but it was a complete lie. I needed to talk to this Logan, understand why he was being so harsh on Abby compared to the other contestants. And most of all, I needed to make him see the truth: that Abby was an excellent chef, undeserving of this treatment, and that her spices had been sabotaged. The security guard outside the judges’ private room was a mountain of a man, his face impassive as I approached. “Hello,” I said, adjusting my blue surgical mask slightly. “I’d like to speak with—” “I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t go in there,” the security guard replied, his voice a low rumble. “Policy.” “But I just need a moment with Judge Logan. It’s important,” I pleaded, tryi