The few people outside the break room could only describe their sensation as pupil-shaking shock.
Emily Trent suddenly felt as though the world was collapsing before her. She had always believed that fate favored her, that it would never give Suzanne Trent a chance to rise above her.
She swiftly advanced, snatched the microphone from Suzanne's hand, turned around, and charged out. She pushed aside her ashen-faced agent, ran to the stage, and arrived just as the host, who should have been warming up the audience, fell silent with the microphone in his hand. The audience surrounding the stage was abuzz, their murmuring voices ringing in Emily's ears.
Emily grabbed the microphone and attempted damage control: "Those were just a few harsh words spoken in the heat of the moment! Suzanne's accusations against me are entirely unfounded. I was merely using her words as a metaphor!"