Megan's pov
I entered the conference room, my steps hesitant, under Bryan's orders. My hands trembled, and I fervently prayed that the words I had memorized wouldn't slip away from my mind.
The daunting atmosphere in the room made my heart race, and I felt the weight of the situation bearing down on me.
My gaze met Bryan's, and he appeared exceptionally angry. His stern expression only intensified my timidity, and I was determined not to falter.
I took a deep breath to regain my composure, steadying my trembling hands, and then I began to deliver my statement.
Every word was uttered with utmost care, and I clung to my rehearsed script.
Her statement:
In light of recent events, I would like to address the misconceptions and misunderstandings surrounding the photograph that has gai
