Arlene
I sat at my desk, staring at the pile of documents that required my signature, but my hand refused to move.
The weight of the crisis unfolding outside my office pressed down on me like an invisible force -suffocating and relentless.
The glowing screen of my laptop displayed the latest news headline in bold, unforgiving letters:
“WARNING: AVOID PENSELVIA PRODUCTS – SEVERE SKIN REACTIONS REPORTED.”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. The media was having a field day with this, dragging my name through the mud. Scandal after scandal, article after article.
My face was plastered all over the internet alongside images of victims, women whose faces were marred by horrifying rashes and burns.
Through my office window, I saw that the angry crowd had finally dispersed. The once-rowdy prot
