What started as a struggling five-person group was now reduced to three.
Pushing the experiment forward was practically impossible.
And with two people gone.
Even the menial tasks fell onto the shoulders of the great Bianca Doyle.
And despite doing the grunt work, she still had nothing to show for it.
Bianca's patience was hanging by a thread.
The male teammate watched her seethe with rage, terrified but feeling obligated to speak up. "Captain, we only have a day and a half left. If we can't crack the core algorithm, we can't build the model..."
"And if that happens, we're really finished."
"Shut up!" Bianca shrieked in frustration. "Do I need you to tell me that? Are you an idiot? Figure it out yourself!"
"I..." The teammate felt incredibly wronged.
If he could figure it out himself, would he be standing here cowering?
Every other team was practically done with their research, all thanks to Serena's guidance.
When the deadline hit, The Dreamscape Initiative would be the only team...
That couldn't even produce basic data.
They were going to be the laughingstock of the island.
The male teammate seriously regretted his life choices. Why hadn't he grown a spine at lunch and left with the other two?
If he had left then.
At least he wouldn't be facing this humiliating defeat.
And he wouldn't be stuck absorbing Bianca's relentless tantrums alone.
Bianca obviously didn't care about the feelings or grievances of someone she viewed as a subordinate dog.
She was furious.
Beyond furious.
She looked at the half-empty lab, watching the error codes flash on the screen.
Then she thought of Serena being worshipped like a god by the rest of the competitors.
The more she thought about it, the more her blood boiled.

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