He was a big guy, used to throwing his weight around, his suits always a little too tight to show off his gym hours.
“This is a PR disaster!” he snapped, slamming his hand on the table.
The room was packed: executives, PR reps, a couple of junior staff trying to blend into the walls.
A screen showed the video, now viral, of Lysandra being escorted off the plane: 50 million views and climbing.
Comments poured in: “Disgusting.” “Who do they think they are?” “Boycott Orion.” Gavin pointed at the PR team.
“Get that video down now! Pay whoever you have to.”
Elliot and Tanya sat at the far end of the table, both trying to look unbothered.
Elliot leaned back, arms crossed, his jaw tight. “She didn’t belong there,” he said, like it was obvious.
“You saw her. Looked like she hadn’t showered in a week.” Tanya nodded, picking at her manicured nails.
