ENRIQUE
The moment we stepped out of the restaurant, the flashing lights hit us like a thousand suns exploding all at once. Cameras clicked in rapid succession, capturing every step, every breath, every flicker of emotion on Olivia's face.
I tightened my grip around her waist, angling my body so that she was shielded from the worst of it. She was already overwhelmed, and I would not let them have her like this—exposed, vulnerable, afraid.
"Mr Garcia! Enrique! Do you have anything to say concerning the scandal with your wife's father"
"How does it feel to know your direct competitor could be sentenced for drug dealing. It would make you the-?"
"You should know better than to peddle uncompounded rumors like this, reporter" I turned to the man who had asked the question.
He shied backwards, his eyes darting away from my face.
I wanted to snap his neck just for the fun of watching his head hang uselessly to the side.
