Chapter 69 A Prisoner In A Golden Cage
- The next morning, every major news outlet in the city was tuned in. The press conference had been hastily arranged, but the turnout was massive. Reporters packed the city hall’s media room, cameras flashing, microphones poised. The air buzzed with anticipation.
- Mayor Steffan stood at the podium, flanked by Jennings and a visibly tense Charlotte. Her usual poise was gone, replaced by a stiff, rehearsed stillness. She wore a pale blouse and a modest skirt, her makeup subdued, her eyes hollow. The slap from two days ago had faded, but the humiliation was fresh.
- Behind the cameras, Charles Adam watched from a private viewing room, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Emily Greyson sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap, her face calm but unreadable. She hadn’t asked for this spectacle, but Charles had insisted. Not for revenge. For clarity.