"You cut the live feed?" Olivia snapped, glaring at Mr. Foster. "What gives you the right? I'm a top-tier reporter in Yannburgh!"
"Not for much longer," Mr. Foster said flatly, not even bothering to look apologetic.
"This is abuse of power! I've always suspected there was something shady about that so-called accidental death. A person covered in injuries doesn't just drop dead for no reason! I wouldn't be surprised if it was flat-out murder!" Olivia's gaze toward Celeste was outright hostile.
The room turned unbearably tense.
Celeste stood up slowly, her brow slightly furrowed. "Miss Maddox, based on what you're saying, were you at the scene that day? Do you actually have proof? Are you accusing me of murder?"
"I don't have proof right now, but-"
"No buts," Celeste cut
