The newsroom was alive with an excitement that could only stem from an impending scandal. I sat rigidly in the chair of Andrew’s penthouse, my fingers twisting the hem of my shirt while I watched the screen. Each channel displayed my name prominently on the screen, alongside headlines that turned my stomach.
"Bennett’s Network of Deceit: A Shocking Incident Exposed."
“Amelia Bennett—The Decline of Callahan Enterprises?”
"I grumbled, 'Shut it down,' my stomach churning at the thought of enduring another moment of the media chaos."
Andrew, positioned at the opposite side of the room, looked my way but didn’t advance. His jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with a fervour that allowed no chance for debate.
"I won't allow them to break you," he declared, his tone firm and resolute.
"What are your capabilities?" I inquired, frustrated. "They've made their decision that I'm guilty." “To them, I’m the bad guy who has destroyed your life.”