The press conference room was a blend of anticipation and quiet focus. Journalists, with their notebooks and cameras ready, murmured softly. The stage, framed by a simple backdrop, awaited the speaker. As they approached the podium, a hush fell over the room. Every eye and ear was attentive, capturing each word and gesture in a moment of poised stillness. The atmosphere was one of quiet intensity, charged with the promise of news and the gravity of the occasion.
The room was eerily silent. Everyone maintained cold, emotionless expressions that seemed to drain the warmth from the air. Their eyes, devoid of empathy, pierced through the room with unsettling intensity. The reporters, usually unflappable, felt a chill crawl up their spines. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension, and the weight of the unyielding gazes instilled a profound sense of unease.
And... of course as per our deal, I sat beside Max, If I hadn't sat beside him...I am sure that he will kidnap me and take me to his house.
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Nyx_Eclipsa75
thank you 😊
2024-07-03
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chinnu
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2024-07-03
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