Ella

The room is chaotic. Executives and managers are shouting over one another, eyes wide with fear and desperation. They're all looking at me, demanding that I do something, anything.

"Arrest him! He's the one responsible for all of this!"

"No, it's Blake! It was all Blake's fault!"

The voices blur together, a storm of accusations, rage, and panic.

"Quiet!" I yell, lifting my hands. "One at a time!"

The shouting dims into murmurs, ...