Shayla
Chris and I sat together in the corporate office conference room, preparing for the live stream to address the latest allegations. The tension was palpable, but Chris's steady presence beside me was comforting. We decided to wear business attire to project a sense of professionalism and seriousness. I adjusted my blazer, glancing at Chris, who was tapping away on his laptop, finalizing some last-minute details with the PR team.
"Ready?" Chris asked, looking up at me with a reassuring smile.
I nodded, though my stomach was in knots. "As ready as I'll ever be."
The live stream began, and initially, the questions were straightforward—company updates, product inquiries, the kind of thing we were used to handling. But as expected, the tone soon shifted.
