“Please calm down, Ms. Anter...”
“Calm down? How do you expect me to calm down? I’ve lost everything. And you want me to stay composed?”
Fury ignited in Annabelle.
A bespectacled man squeezed his way through the crowd. He had a pair of big eyes and long hair.
With a professional camera and microphone in his hands, he said timidly, “Ms. Anter, I was a fan of yours.”
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