"Take it down. Is it that hard? Take the darn thing down!"
My voice thundered—strained, burning, and furious as it bellowed against the bedroom walls. I clutched my phone until my knuckles went white.
"I don't care how you do it, take it down!" I shouted. "You're the PR person, aren't you? Behave like one!"
I marched like a caged beast, the kimono silk whipping at my shins with each firm stride. The glass of water on my dressing table trembled as I strode past it once more, shaking with the same tension as my nerves.
"We've been acting on it since it went live an hour ago," Jonathan's voice cracked over the speaker, hesitant. "We've marked it up on a number of platforms, requested a takedown…”
"AND?!" I shouted. "An hour and still trending? Do you think I hired you to try?!"
Silence.
