The video from the press conference blew up, forcing everything to a halt.
Joanna was losing her mind. All that planning... her meticulously planned brand launch — ruined.
Joanna watched Trevon leave, then quickly stumbled after him in her heels.
"Trevon, I didn't prepare that video. I don't know what happened. Someone must be trying to frame me…"
The moment she saw the video, Joanna wanted to die.
"Trevon, please, just listen to me?" Joanna followed him, tears streaming down her face. But her heels couldn't keep pace with his long strides.
The click—clack of her heels grated on Trevon's nerves.
He knew Joanna hadn't made the video. She was too foolish, too incompetent.
But he had no idea who was behind it. That was his next move: find out.
"Ah!" Suddenly, she cried out,
