GREEK GODS AND sss WARRIORS24 November 2014 – The Pierre Hotel, New York
Morgan looked at her reflection in the mirror. The makeup team had done a good job. A healthy glow hid her pale complexion, and her cheeks were bright and rosy. Morgan attempted a fake smile; she was pleased with the result. No one would know how she was really feeling. She straightened her head and shoulders, trying to ignore the nausea and panic she felt inside. Her hands were shaking so much that she decided to leave her speech notes behind. I won’t be able to read them anyway.
She left her suite and walked towards the lift. Her palms were sweating, and her heart raced. Clearly, her emotions were controlling her. Did I just decide to speak in front of thousands of people, in a public park, knowing that there is a
