The studio lights were hot. They felt like needles pressing into my skin. I sat on a yellow chair that was too soft. My back was stiff. Marcus sat next to me. He looked huge in his navy suit. He smelled like expensive soap and power. He reached over and squeezed my hand. His grip was a warning."Smile, Scarlett," Marcus whispered. He didn't move his lips. "The red light is about to turn on. If you mess this up, Roman loses his bandage privileges. Do you understand?""I understand," I said. My voice sounded thin."Five seconds!" a man with a headset shouted. He pointed a finger at us. "Four, three, two..."The host was a woman named Sarah. She had bright white teeth and eyes that didn't blink enough. She looked at the camera, then at us."We are here with Marcus Reed and his daughter, the lovely Scarlett," Sarah said. She leaned forward. "The world is talking about the gala, Marcus. There are rumors of a blackout, a disturbance, and your son, Roman, being taken away. What really happen
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