In the blink of an eye, the fervor intensified tenfold. It was a frenetic dance of desperation, each reporter trying to outmaneuver the other, each vying for that exclusive snapshot or soundbite of Brandon.
A pivotal moment arrived when one bodyguard, beleaguered and overwhelmed,faltered. Seizing this opportunity, a particularly audacious reporter weaved past the defenses and lunged at Brandon,his microphone threateningly close to being a weapon.
With eyes gleaming with a mad hunger for exclusivity, the reporter barked, ignoring Brandons frigid auraMr. Larson, theyre branding you a killer!Why are you roaming free instead of behind bars? Did your wealth buy the polices silence?
A hush fell upon the sea of reporters outside,a collective breath held, shocked into silence by the audacity of the question posed to Brandon within the hall.
Brandon Larson,the formidable titan of Barnes, had just been audaciously labeled a killer. Whispers echoed among the crowd. Was the reporter valiant or simply lacking any ounce of sanity?
Yet,mere moments later,the eerie calm was shattered.
An avalanche of questions erupted as reporters, emboldened by the standoff, unleashed a torrent of inquiries.
Mr. Larson, why allegedly murdered someone who posed no threat? Do you believe your status as the Larson Groups CEO renders you untouchable?
Words going around that you torched a club afterwards. An attempt to erase evidence, perhaps?
And your wife? How does she fit into this jigsaw puzzle?Mr. Larson
Could you please answer me..
Their probing questions were as relentless as a driving rainstorm. Brandon however, stood undeterred, an island of icy calm amid a tempest. He cast a withering gaze over the assembled reporters, then fixed his cold eyes upon the audacious journalist before him.Tell me, did you personally witness me commit murder?
Such was the chilling intensity of Brandons aurall that the journalist faltered. His microphone trembled in his grasp, but he rallied, responding,The Internets swarming with footage of the incident. Isnt that proof enough?
Huh.Brandon, his face etched with a derisive smirk, retorted, So, these clips show me inflicting a shoulder wound, correct? Since when did a shoulder wound become a death sentence?
Well. The reporter, caught off guard, found himself grappling for words,but Brandon didnt grant him a reprieve.
You claim Im a killerwithout firsthand evidence. Perhapsitstimemy attorneys reminded you of the price of defamation, Brandon remarked, his voice glacial.
The atmosphere in the room,previously thick with tension, suddenly felt as though the oxygen had been sucked out.
A heavy stillness settled. The reporters, both within and outside the hall, exchanged uneasy glances.
The mere mention of the Larson Groups legendary legal squadron struck terror in their hearts. This formidable team had an unbeaten streak and was a veritable legal juggernaut in Barnes.
Most of these journalists were just trying to scrpe by. Did they truly have the mettle to square off against the gargantuan might of the Larson Group?
Cutting through the stifling silence, Brandon declared, his tone unyielding, The online rumors of my alleged crime are baseless. Ive commissioned my legal team to address the matter.A press conference will be convened soon for comprehensive clarification. Direct your queries there.
The instant it reached the ears of the media that Brandon had hold commitmentito made personal press conference addressing the swirling murder rumors,a palpable wave of anticipation swept through the assembled reporters. Microphones shot up like a forestofeagerhandsand camera shutters clicked in a frenzied symphony.
Mr. Larson, a voice called out urgently,how do you intend toclarifythe footage that seemingly captures a fatal assault on the now-deceased?
Another voice,a shade more skeptical,piped up,Given your surprising decision to host a press conference, Mr. Larson, surely you come armed with irrefutable evidence?
A softer tone queried,In the shadow of such a grave incident,MrLarson, do you harbor any remorse?
Questions rained down like a summer storm. These journalists,ravenous for an exclusive,saw today as their golden ticket. They were determined not to squander this chance What added to their curiosity was Brandons demeanor. Typically aloof and haughty,today he seemed ever so slightly more accessible, having directly addressed them. There was an unspoken wish among the press members.If only the press conference could commence immediately,gifting thern with even more juicy insights.
Amid this fervor, the previously intimidated reporter found a surge of audacity, his voice quivering but insistent.Given the absence of a formal inquiry into the matter, Mr. Larson, how can we trust the veracity of any evidence you might present?
Brandons gaze sharpened like a hawk spotting its prey.With a subtle arch of his brow and a glacial voice,he asked,Which media house are you affiliated with?
The reporter, now feeling the weight of Brandons intense scrutiny, stuttered out his employers name,his nerves plainly evident. A sardonic smile graced Brandons lips.Ah, isnt it intriguing? Your establishment has enjoyed harmonious ties with Larson Group today as their golden ticket. They were determined not to squander this chance.
What added to their curiosity was Brandons demeanor. Typically aloof and haughty,today he seemed ever so slightly more accessible, having directly addressed them. There was an unspoken wish among the press members. If only the press conference could commence immediately,gifting them with even more juicy insights.
Amid this fervor the previously intimidated reporter found a surge of audacity, his voice quivering but insistent.Given the absence of a formal inquiry into the matterMr. Larson, how can we trust the veracity of any evidence you might present?
Brandons gaze sharpened like a hawk spotting its prey.With a subtle arch of his brow and a glacial voice,he asked,Which media house are you affiliated with?
The reporternowfeeling the weight of Brandons intense scrutiny, stuttered out his employers name,his nerves plainly evident. A sardonic smile graced Brandons lips.Ah, isnt it intriguing? Your establishment has enjoyed harmonious ties with Larson Group these past years. Might you be suggesting its time for a parting of ways?
The color drained from the reporters face as he stumbled over his words, panic evident. Mr. Larson, that wasnt my intent.
Brandons attention shifted away from
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the floundering journalist, landing on the sea of reporters beyond. With a voice dripping with nonchalance yet bearing an underlying threat, he declared, Should our partnership no longer be of value, consider it severed.
As these words hung in the air, the reporter felt his world shatter. Frantically gathering his composure, he uttered a plea, his voice quivering, Mr. Larson,I deeply apologize for my misjudgment!I beg for your understanding.Times up. Brandons voice sliced through the tense atmosphere, causing a palpable lull among the reporters. His voice, icy and authoritative, brooked no argument. He then skewered the boldest reporters with a glacial stare, emphasizing, Some of you represent firms in collaboration with Larson Group.Are you indicating a desire to sever those ties?
The journalists he had singled out blanched, the blood draining from their faces as they sought refuge behind their more cautious colleagues.
Collaborations with the Larson Group infused their respective companies with advertising revenues exceeding a staggering 100 million annually.Offending Brandon,and by extension, risking such lucrative partnerships, might not only lead to immediate job terminations but could also mean being ostracized by the entire industry.
A palpable hush descended as every reporter in the vicinity came to grips with Brandons unyielding stance. The very walls of the hospital seemed to absorb the tension.
No one, absolutely no one, wished to cross Brandon now. Even firms without direct ties to Larson Group feared being on his radar,wary of the colossal influence his empire could wield against them.
Surveying the suddenly sheepish crowd, Brandons lips curled into a disdainful smirk.In three days, he beganevery syllable dripping with authority, Ill be hosting a press conference. Youre all invited. Until then, dont expect a word from me.
His attention briefly shifted. With meticulous grace, he adjusted an opulent watch around his wrist. Then,his voice dripping with a mixture of boredom and warning, he added, Unless youre keen on lingering unnecessarily, I suggest you vacate the premises. Cause any more ruckus here, and youll experience the breadth of my ruthlessness.
The media personnel once buzzing with questions, now remained silent,paralyzed with a mixture of fear and awe.
To incur Brandons wrath was to invite disaster. Frank exhaled deeply relieved at the momentary peace.
He meticulously straightened hiswhite coat,gathering a semblance of his authoritative posture.Clearing his throat to command attention, he stepped forward from theprotective perimeter of bodyguards, every inch the hospital director.Youve got exactly three minutes, he declared, his voice firm.Should you choose to overstay, I, as the hospital director, wont hesitate to involve the police. Disturbing the peace of this institution carries severe consequences.