Tessa sat in Josh's room, the hum of electronic devices surrounding her. She took a sip from her coke bottle, the liquid providing a momentary reprieve from the chaos she had orchestrated. Her eyes were fixed on the multiple screens displaying news outlets, all echoing a singular headline: "Shelly Technology or Manslaughter House."
A smirk played on Tessa's lips, a subtle expression of satisfaction as she found herself relishing the storm she had set into motion. The media frenzy that ensued was a symphony to her ears, and being a media person herself, she understood the dynamics of the community's reactions.
