Chapter 93 : Burn It All to the Ground
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, then finally fades to a tense silence. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my face, but I brush it away, focusing on the crowd in front of me. They all seem to be waiting for something—for me to solve this, to fix what Blake and, in reality, Jaxon had orchestrated.
A manager steps forward, clearing his throat. His suit is too tight around his middle, pulling at the seams like it's going to burst any second. His face is flushed, either from the heat of the argument or the weight of the guilt he's carrying.