We three sat around a simple table, opening the field rations Hunter had given us. Ethan looked at the hard, compressed biscuit in front of him and frowned in disgust.
Alexander, on the other hand, elegantly placed a small piece of the biscuit in his mouth, but after savoring it, he silently set down his water bottle. It seemed even this financial magnate found the "delicacy" hard to stomach.
"By tomorrow noon, our filming crew will arrive with supplies," Alexander reassured me. "I have plenty of good food in my luggage, don't worry, Alina."
"Contact your team quickly," Ethan urged Alexander. "Tell them to buy more beef, milk, and some wine. I don't want to gnaw on these damn biscuits anymore!"
"I have no objections," I said with a smile. "I care more about the nutrition and energy of
