Camilla
The moment I stepped out of the meeting hall, my phone buzzed, vibrating urgently in my hand. Elizabeth's name flashed on the screen.
"Elizabeth," I said sharply, pressing the phone to my ear as I made my way toward the car.
"Camilla, it's blowing up," she said without preamble. "That blog post is everywhere. Investors, clients—people are calling and asking questions. We need a response now. What's the plan?"
I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. "We're not going to panic," I said, unlocking my car and sliding into the driver's seat. "Draft a statement immediately, but I want it airtight—nothing vague. We'll address the rumors head-on while reinforcing Ava Ltd.'s credibility."
"Got it," Elizabeth replied, but I could hear the hesitation in her voice. "
