Desperate
Elsie's Point Of View
My eyes moved to follow Carter who had been pacing while receiving calls from various colleagues. A few hours ago, he told me that we were required to attend an event, the launch of one of the products of a bona fide company in America. My company invested there, therefore, automatically, I was obliged to participate in the celebration—while at the same time, serving the cheap trash talk of hypocrites who were covered in their masks.