Damage Control

The phone kept ringing.

"Mr. Kensington, may I ask..." a reporter's voice came through the phone.

Callum sat in the back of the car. His phone hadn't stopped ringing since he received the award. Outside, the reporters were like a pack of wild dogs. If the award ceremony organizers hadn't anticipated the chaos and dispatched extra bodyguards in advance, he might not have made it out.

His agent, Ken