Emily Harper
I could feel the blood draining from my face. This was not good. Not good at all. "Miss Harper?" The receptionist's voice sounded distant and far away.
"Yes, Aida," I said, trying to sound calm and collected even though my heart was racing a million miles a minute. "I'll be right down."
I hung up the phone and then turned to see Samantha standing there, looking just as pale as I felt. "What's going on?" she asked in a small voice.
"The press is here," I replied, not really knowing what else to say. "And they are demanding an official statement from McMillan Global."
"Oh no," she whispered, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. "This is bad."
"Yes," I agreed. "This is very bad." We both stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do or say next. And then finally, I too
