Evelyn finally exhaled a long sigh of relief when she heard the ground staff order.
But that relief didn't last long.
The ground staff suddenly pointed toward the small podium near the event's main entrance, and he said, "Come on, guys, please give Miss Walters some space to breathe. You guys can ask Miss Walters over there."
Evelyn can't hold back her frustration and silently vents in her mind.
'Damn! Could you please take me to the venue? Why suggest them to Q&A?'
Her smile became stiff.
Before she could ask the staff for help, they were already guiding her forward, completely unaware of how badly she wanted to run in the opposite direction.
Evelyn forced herself to keep walking.
Each step felt like a slow march to her own public humiliation.
Reporters swarmed her like hungry pigeons spotting free bread.
The clicking of cameras echoed around her, bright flashes nearly blinding her.
