James Reed sat behind the stage, a heap of microphones set up in front of him, like gun barrels aimed at him.
The journalists below had almost filled the venue to capacity. Just the cameras alone were lined up in several rows at the back, not to mention the photographers squeezing in. The flashes never stopped.
Fortunately, James Reed was accustomed to such lighting; otherwise, the flashes alone could blind him.
He looked up to check the time; there were ten minutes left.
After taking a sip of water, James Reed prepared for his speech. Right then, a sudden commotion broke out at the door, catching everyone's attention. The reporters whispered and crowded towards the entrance.
"What's happening?" James Reed asked.
Before the staff could inquire, they saw security escorting Ophelia Wilson inside.
The staff who had been maintaining order at the venue's entrance shouted loudly, "Everyone, please give way! You'll have time for your interview later!"
