Chapter Fifty-Three

The moment the elevator doors opened up on the main floor, I could hear the sounds of the crowd coming from outside of the building. It was muffled, but still loud enough so that I knew that the media hadn't gone home yet. I stepped out and glanced toward the front. Carter's security guards now stood on the outside of the glass in an attempt to keep the media swarm out. It seemed like every journalist in town wanted to speak to Carter, despite the fact that Carter wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.

Are they just going to spend the entire day out there? I thought. I think Carter was spot on when he referred to them as vultures. Jesus, they're relentless.

I didn't stand there too long, though. After a moment of crowd watching, I turned and walked the opposite direction toward the cafeteria. It was officially called The Winthrow Cafe, but in all reality, it was more like a fancy variation of a school cafeteria. I'd never actually eate