Chapter 94 Press

***Hazel***

The car barely rolls to a stop before I see them.

Vans.

Tripods.

Clusters of people packed along the sidewalk in front of Thorne Industries like they’ve been waiting for hours.

My stomach drops.

“Oh my God,” Jocelyn mutters beside me.

Cameras are already turning.

Microphones lifting.

The moment the car door opens, the shouting begins.

“Mr. Thorne!”

“Miss Hayes!”

Flash.