Gabriella

“What is happening?” I asked Johnathon as I slipped into the back of the Sinclair press room. The only warning I’d received was a text message from Damien telling me to hurry.

“Dr. Sinclair is about to address our shareholders and customers.”

My brow furrowed. “Was this planned?”

Johnathon handed me his phone. The Twitter app was pulled up with a video paused.

My eyes widened. “Shit, is that ...