May We Never Meet Again
she whispered quietly, “you don’t have to answer him. He’s trying to provoke you.”
Charlotte didn’t turn her head, but she nodded once and then, instead of ignoring the question, she leaned towards the microphone.
“That’s a fair question,” she said calmly, locking eyes with the man. “You asked if it’s convenient that I don’t know how the drugs got there. Let me tell you what’s not convenient — working hard for years, earning respect, and having your name dragged through the mud because someone couldn’t stand your success. That’s what’s not convenient."