The scene fell silent in an instant. The reporters composed themselves, not daring to cause any more trouble.
"..." Sylvia Blaine shot a contemptuous look at the reporters. 'They're as noisy as a flock of squawking ducks,' she thought. 'My eardrums are about to burst.' Then her eyes lit up as she gazed at her husband. 'Oh my, that's my man. Just so cool.'
The special assistant standing to the side caught a look from his president and stepped forward at the right moment. "Everyone, our president will answer your questions. Please, step back a little."
The reporters' ears perked up—this was their chance! They quickly shuffled back. It wasn't every day that Paul Ashworth agreed to an interview, and they couldn't afford to genuinely piss him off, or they might all lose their jobs.
