OLIVIA
As soon as I stepped out of the car, the flashing lights nearly blinded me. I froze, my hand gripping Enrique's arm tighter than I intended. Reporters swarmed us like bees to honey, their voices a chaotic mix of questions and accusations I could not fully process.
I had no idea where they had come from and when I cast a panicked gaze to Enrique, neither did he.
"Ms. Garcia! How do you feel about the allegations against your father?"
"Is it true Robert Baker built his company on drug money?"
"What do you have to say about his money laundering charges?"
I stood there, rooted to the spot, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out most of their words. My brain struggled to catch up, each question hitting me like a blow.
My father? Illegal activities? Drugs? Money laundering? What were they even talking about? Where was this coming from?
Enrique's hand slid protectively around my waist, steadying me as I swayed slightly.
His grip on my waist calmed me a bit.
