Lucille’s pov I looked at the crowd of reporters, waiting for my speech. This was just like a court case after the hearing then came the judgments but here, it was in form of questions, after the speech then came the questions but most times it wasn’t a question. It was a guilt finger pointing action but disguised in the sake of just mere questions. I looked at the note staring right back at me. I thought we would be professional about this, that was why he gave me the speech to learn it on time but good that he changed his mind, I was freaking out, all my practice the whole day had ended right at the spot, my mind was empty, I had forgotten it all, gosh I was scared, my feet were sweaty, my breathe was hitched, I was on another planet all on my own. I needed help, I really needed help. But who was I kidding? No one was coming. My mum had been my manager all my life, she stood there acting the very one of it, I just needed her to be my mum right now and just say something to me to
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