Celeste’s gaze was locked onto the screen, her breath hitching in her throat. For reasons she couldn't explain, a wave of nervous anticipation washed over her.
Conrad’s words carried a weight of raw, unfiltered emotion that transcended the digital transmission. However, to the audience in the conference hall, it was merely ammunition for ridicule.
"Did I hear that right? A story? What is this, kindergarten story time?"
"Is he trying to play the emotional card? Is he trying to make Director Yates cry? Hahaha!"
"Since when did the Lynn family resort to selling misery to gain sympathy?"
The room erupted in laughter. Men in expensive suits slapped their thighs, tears of mirth gathering in their eyes. Spencer Quinn laughed hardest of all, slamming his hand on the table. "I can't breathe! T
