NovelEnglish"Wait, the cameraman..." Debra said.
"Forget about him," Juan responded.
Debra was baffled. "Where did you get the money?" Since the first day of filming the show, their phones had been handed in. The only phone Juan had now was issued by the production team, and it only had a few emergency contacts. "This car is owned by my family. We don't need to pay." His explanation sent Debra into a deep spiral of thought. 'Since when did the Nichols family have anything to do with taxi service?' Not long after, the taxi pulled up to the beach. The moment it arrived, the production team members stared, bewildered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe director hurried forward, confused.
"Did we send a car for them?" "Nope." Debra and Juan stepped out, one after the other, onto the sand.
The director ruffled his hair. 'Why aren't these two following the rules of the show?' "Where's the camera guy following them?" "He called in. Said he lost them. He won't be here for another thirty minutes." The director rubbed his temples. "I'll handle it." Plastering a smile on his face, he greeted them, "Ms. Frazier, Mr. Nichols, how did your first day go?" "Not bad," Debra replied, forcing the words out.
It wasn't completely a lie. They had at least spoken a few words to each other.
"Manageable," Juan said coolly, which in his language meant, "She didn't makemiserable." Watching them, still distant from each other, the director chose his words carefully.
"So, here's the thing. Our show is all about divorced couples living together, you know. Like revisiting memories and sorting out old issues. That's our main draw. So when in the cameraman gets here, we can start the next part of the filming. Just a heads-up. We would appreciate it if you avoided taking taxis. Instead, maybe use public transport, walk, or even ride bikes." He looked at them, hopeful. "Does that sound alright?" Debra quickly nodded. "Sure." Juan replied, too." "Perfect." The director clapped his hands, relieved that they weren't difficult to deal with.
Half an hour later, the out-of-breath cameraman finally arrived. When he saw the director, his face lit up with relief.
Apparently, he had gotten stranded
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmat srandom bus stop in the middle of nowhere. He wouldn't have minded 4ou taking a taxi. He just wished that next time, the couple would let him tag along. With everything in place, the director's voice cover the loudspeaker.
"The next task is to go out to sea and catch sfish. This islandas m famous for its rich seafood. Today, for the quests will board a fishing boat and catch your dinner," he announced. en Debra's brow furrowed. "I don't like seafood." The whole crew chuckled at her bluntness.
Juan turned to her and said softly, "I'll buy you something else."
Their interaction was captured perfectly by the cameraman.
Meanwhile, om while, across the street, hidden inside al a black car, someone was watching them through a pair of binoculars. X
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