"Hello, everyone."
Adrian Ganner said it once, and the steps in front of Ganner Corp went quiet.
The street behind the reporters was not quiet. Camera drones hung in rows above the barriers, police vehicles sat with their lights turning, and a crowd pressed against the line and shouted things that did not reach the microphones. Every banner along the bottom of every feed still cycled the same clips — the Ashford Grand coming down, Langford falling, James being walked to a transport in heavy restraints, the man who owned Ganner Corp dragged out with his ruined leg.
Adrian stood under the lights in a suit without a crease in it, the company logo glowing on the wall behind him.
He set his hands on the podium and began.
