Breaking the ice
The green room inside the Titans’ stadium felt less like a lounge and more like a staging area for a military operation. Sophia Carter paced the length of the hardwood floor, her heels clicking a sharp, rhythmic warning.
"Eye contact," Sophia directed, pointing a finger sharply at Ethan, then at Adrian. "When you walk out those doors, you are not two men who negotiated a transaction yesterday. You are two people who share a history. If a reporter throws a question about the scandal, Ethan, you look confused and dismissive. Adrian, you smile and keep moving. Do not over explain. The public believes what they see, not what they are told."