Chapter 103
"…am really sorry, and I will work to prove it."
Sebastian ended his speech, and the moment the words left his mouth, the line of bodies him, Victor, Celeste, Joe, and the other higher executives began to waltz their way into Maison de la Croix.
Every face was tight and neutral, mask-like in the harsh glow of the morning press.
One wrong twitch of expression and a whole new narrative would explode online, mutating the already rotting mess into something far more catastrophic.
The press did not make room for them; they suffocated the group instead, flashes erupting like tiny lightning storms, shutters snapping like brittle bones, journalists barking questions over each other as if the louder voice would win a prize.
"So that means you hate the gays?"
"You want them out of society?"
"Does the company discriminate people for their sexuality?"
The questions stabbed through the air disturbing, persuasive, piercing, irritating, and most especially annoying.
