True to their word, it was an update. With a furrowed brow, the board members stared at the exaggerated titles dancing on their phone screens, then clicked the news.
#Elder Allen, healthy and sound, not in hospital. Desmond fools the public.#
#Desmond discovered plotting the death of his brother—click for evidence.
#An accident or a planned murder? Desmond has questions to answer as the truth is unveiled.
#Was Desmond an Allen or the hand that bit the one who fed him?
#Desmond Allen sued for murder and intentional harm.
#Desmond Allen loses his position as interim president.
Each news update was more damning than the last.
As the board members stared at the cacophony of headlines, their guts twisted. Eyes once filled with admiration now burned with inquisitiveness, disgust, and bitter disappointment.
Desmond felt every stare like a knife to the chest. Noting the unhealthy scrutiny in the room, he slowly pulled out his phone.
