Maximus:
The room feels heavy with tension.
Everyone’s waiting for someone else to speak, but no one’s willing to go first. I know it’s only a matter of time before my father calls. He always does when the stock numbers dip, even when things are somewhat under control. Not that the media’s making it easy for me to catch a breath.
I still can’t wrap my head around how everything spiraled so quickly. The guilt eats at me, especially for the injured construction worker. The man’s lying in a private ward now, security posted outside his door. All because some shameless reporter decided to sneak in and hound him for a story.
The man can barely stay awake without being sedated, let alone fend off vultures like that.
I hate it. The audacity of it. The lack of respect for boundaries. Hi
