It was a windy but bright and sunny day. There was a small crowd of protestors standing in the back of the building with signs reading, “Pretty Boy” and “No More Billionaires.” I figured this wasn’t the warm welcome he was looking for, so I pushed through, trying to keep my earpiece in my ear, and Larry my camera guy, close by.
No more billionaires!
No more billionaires!No more pretty boys!
No more pretty boys!I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Maya, make sure you stay close, this crowd could get vicious.”
As the screaming and shouting continued, I took a few photos on my phone as I saw Ethan standing at the podium, waving at his supporters. He looked sexy in his dark blue Brooks Brothers suit. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to control the nasty thoughts in my head. Larry tapped me on the
