Kathryna approached the company's entrance with her face looking drawn and pale. The glass doors reflected her figure back at her, but she could also see the crowd of reporters, still waiting at the entrance of the company.
Still, she approached. She was here because of them.
One of the reporters saw her approaching and alerted the others. They surged forward, and flashes began to explode like a storm of lightning. Microphones were shoved toward her face as voices tangled over one another, demanding answers.
"What do you think of Anna Lorenzo's arrest? Will this affect the company's stock?"
Kathryna stopped walking. She glanced from one reporter to the other, as the flashes became less noisy.
"Do you believe the allegations against Anna are true, or do you think she was framed?" Another reporter asked.
