Adrienne's car arrived at her once beautiful factory, now a grim display of rubble and debris. The remnants of the building formed a haunting skeletal structure, with twisted metal beams and shattered glass strewn about.
The familiar scent of freshly made skin creams that once permeated the air had been replaced by the acrid smell of smoke and devastation.
As Adrienne stepped out of her car, her heart sank at the sight before her. Tears welled up, threatening to spill over, as she struggled to comprehend how her thriving factory had been reduced to ruins.
A small group of reporters, positioned strategically with their camera crews, shrewdly captured every angle of the destruction. Spotting Adrienne, they rushed over, hungry for a story.
"Miss Adrienne, your factory exploded, trapping members of the FDA, three days ago. Why have you just arrived at the scene now?" a reporter fired.