The very next day, news about Ethan reached me.
He'd been fired.
He held a full press conference to issue a public apology to me.
On camera, Ethan stood with his head hung low, sobbing so hard he could barely catch his breath.
Over and over, he owned up to every single one of his mistakes.
Right then, he didn't just need my pardon. He needed the whole world's pardon too.
Before he could finish his words, a rotten egg came flying straight for his face.
And once one person threw, all hell broke loose.
Dozens of people had snuck rotten eggs and wilted vegetables into the press conference.
In seconds, the stage turned into a garbage dump.
Everyone else scrambled for the exit, running for their lives.
Only Ethan stayed rooted to the spot.
He didn't move an inch, letting all that fil
