"What is going on here? This is not a battlefield!" Kenny McCormick yelled as he strode toward the small circle that had caused the commotion, his voice booming across the hall.
Conversations died instantly around him as people stepped aside to make way.
This event was one of the biggest gatherings in Los Angeles, attended by powerful names and influential figures, and the chaos unfolding before him was the last thing he wanted tied to his reputation.
Elena glared at Cassandra without blinking, her eyes locked on the older woman as resentment simmered beneath the surface.
The months of anger she had buried deep inside seemed to surface all at once, her jaw tightening as though she was restraining herself from saying far worse.
"Some childish stunt I must say, Mr McCormick. Please if you must, send out this woman," Cassandra seethed, her voice dripping with contempt.
There was no way she would back down to Elena of all people, especially not in a room filled with witnesses.
