Jane's POV
I went to a public fund-raising event held in a community center. It was noisy but cozy, full of representatives of our local community and supporters who had come to witness our cause celebration. I went there to share our campaign for justice and show the masses that the truth would no longer be hidden. I had practiced my speech dozens of times, and I was standing confidently at the podium. My heart, however, was pounding furiously inside my chest, and I knew that my inner struggle was going on behind my calm face.
As I was about to begin speaking, my aide Maria came up to me quietly.
"Jane, it's in place. The audience is all seated, and the cameras are focused," she said firmly but with a sense of urgency.
I smiled and was able to manage a small smile. "Thank you, Maria.
