Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen



When the assistant director heard what Eileen had to say, he didn't even want to acknowledge her.

Eileen glanced at the sky, noticing the lack of activity, and quirked an eyebrow. "Silent treatment, huh?”

The assistant director sighed in resignation. "Your request is completely unreasonable!"

"It's not a request, it's a reward!" Eileen countered. "I saved Aurora's life! Spared the production a huge loss! Think about it-if something had happened to Aurora, how much would you guys be out? Billions, at least?"

He was taken aback, realizing she had a point. But he wasn't about to be fooled. "Ms. Lopez, you need to respect the rules and regulations of our production team."

The director chimed in from the sidelines, "Just let her have a go. It's just sitting there anyway."

The assistant director blurted out in frustration, "Can you stop bending over backward for her?" He then turned to Eileen and said firmly, "Forget about the helicopter. That's not happening."

Eileen pouted. "Is a helicopter ride really too much to ask for, considering the billions at stake?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "The thing is, Aurora... it was your choice to save her. We didn't ask you to..."

There was a stunned silence.noveldrama

Even Sylvia, Hobson, and Calvert, who were watching, felt that was a bit heartless.

Knowing he had been harsh, the assistant director quickly tried to smooth things over. "Anyway, Ms. Lopez, just focus on the filming, stop getting sidetracked..."

The director's voice interrupted again, "Maybe we should just let her have a turn. Look at that expression; she might be plotting something." The assistant director dismissed the concern. "What can she do? We haven't done anything wrong."

"What about Mr. Calvert? He's still with her."

"That's no issue. Calvert's just a guest, not worth much. If she wants him, she can have him. He's all bark and no bite; more trouble than he's worth." Calvert, overhearing this, let out an exasperated breath, “That's harsh.”

The assistant director coughed awkwardly, "Let's just get back to filming," and turned off the walkie-talkie.

The jungle fell into a brief silence. Eileen watched the drone for a while, then shrugged it off with a smile, "Let's cook dinner. I'm starving."

Sylvia, Hobson, and Calvert watched her, puzzled.

Egbert came over, ruffling her hair affectionately, "Let's head back after this."

Eileen slipped out from under his hand, rallying the others, "Come on, help me set up the stove. I'm going to cook us a feast!"

She seemed to truly let it go.

Soon, she whipped up a feast: steamed fish, crab, and sautéed shrimp.

Calvert watched, his mouth watering.

Eileen also made some side dishes. She took some dry berries, peeled and washed them, then ground them into a paste which she dry-roasted in a pan. When done, they turned into a crispy, wafer-like snack, perfect with wild berry jam.

Calvert couldn't resist the tantalizing food; his stomach growled in protest. Finally, he addressed the drone, "When are you going to pick me up?"

The drone remained silent.

Annoyed, Calvert announced, "I've requested to leave the show!"

Eileen glanced over, amused by the scene.

The assistant director's wary voice finally came through the drone, "Head to the beach, Calvert. We'll pick you up there." They clearly didn't want Eileen hijacking the helicopter.

Eileen just snorted and went back to her meal.

Eventually, Calvert left.

Even after the helicopter had left the island, the assistant director sat in front of the monitor, muttering, "Did she really give up?"

The director, eating a takeout meal, grumbled, "I wish I could have some of that seafood."

The assistant director frowned. "Do you really think Eileen would give up that easily? I've got a bad feeling about this."

The director replied, "I'd settle for that steamed fish. Why do they eat better on that island than we do here?"

The assistant director smacked him, "We're talking about work! Stop changing the subject. What's wrong with the takeout?" The director edged away, sulking, "I told you not to provoke her. I've been watching her shows; she's no pushover." Back on the island monitor, the group had finished their meal.

Sylvia and Hobson washed dishes, and Eileen started drawing on some leaves, something she had been doing all day. The assistant director mused, "Hope she's not casting a hex on me."

He asked the drone operator to zoom in, but as soon as the drone dipped lower, Egbert threw a stone at it!

The operator dodged quickly, avoiding damage.

The assistant director instructed, "Keep the drone back; Egbert's avenging Ms. Lopez."

The director's eyes lit up, "Send me that clip! It's gold!"

The assistant director exhaled deeply as the group returned from washing up.

Eileen presented a pile of leaves, and the assistant director leaned forward, intrigued.

Three minutes later, he stared at the monitor, his takeout forgotten, as the four of them sat around playing a makeshift game of cards with the leaves. The executive producer exclaimed, "She's crafted a whole set of playing cards out of leaves, huh? Well, I might as well get in on the card game fun too!"

With that, he fumbled in his pocket, pulled out his smartphone, and began downloading a card game app.

The assistant director was speechless.

On the monitor, the four guests had been playing cards for hours on end, thoroughly engrossed in the game.

The assistant director went from initial shock to a numb acceptance, and eventually reached a state of serene detachment.

As 11 o'clock approached, the guests finally began to wind down and prepared to go to bed.

The assistant director yawned and muttered, "Looks like she was just bluffing. Without a helicopter, she can't stir up too much trouble..." "Got a Full House!" chirped an upbeat electronic voice from nearby.

The assistant director was momentarily stunned.

A throbbing pain started at his temples.

He snatched the executive producer's phone away, exclaiming, "Enough with the games already!"

The executive producer sighed, "I'm over it anyway. Just lost again and my virtual chips are all gone."

The assistant director just shook his head.

He confiscated the executive producer's phone and stood up, declaring, "That's a wrap for today. They're heading to bed, and so should we."

As the executive producer watched the four retreat to their rooms on the monitor, he mumbled, "Do you think we'll have a quiet night?"

The assistant director replied offhandedly, "Should be fine."

The next day, early in the morning.

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the monitors, jolting the crew awake, "They're gone! All four guests are missing!!"