"Mr. Bray, what is the first thing you're going to do in your effective program?"
The journalist asked, pulling the microphone with its station's name splattered across it—closer to his mouth to capture every word clearly.
"As I've kept saying over and over again during my campaign, we're going to start by strengthening protection for people living on the streets—give them shelter, food, anything a person needs to live with quality."
"Turn the TV off."
Jamie's voice cut through the room, irritation saturating every syllable. He didn't like any part of what he was seeing.
"I said turn it off."
His teeth clenched as he forced the words out.
"Let's just hear what he's saying. It wouldn't hurt to stay informed, you know."
Fuuu—
Jamie threw his spoon at the TV. It drilled into the screen and stuck there like a dart embedded in a board.
