Charlotte opened her eyes slowly, stretching as her hand touched Chase, who was seated on the edge of her bed with a tablet in his hand and a worried look on his face.
"What are you doing in my room?" she asked, not yet understanding the reason for his concern.
"Hey," he said, grabbing her hand with his left hand while his right remained on the tablet, his eyes focused on the screen.
"What are you doing?" she asked, sitting up and moving closer to him.
"Some of the food products we released last week... people are complaining that they're poisoned," Chase said.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, grabbing the tablet from him to see for herself. "How are you so calm about this?" she asked, scrolling through the complaints.
Because whoever is behind this, they are amateurs. I wil
