Chapter163 Turning the Tables

Katelyn’s POV The next day at work, the air was heavy with tension. Even before I reached the main floor, I could sense something was off. People were whispering in small groups, their eyes darting toward the windows where a crowd was forming outside. The atmosphere was nothing like the usual buzz before a breaking news cycle; it felt like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the next big shock. As I reached the main stairs, the low thrum of voices below grew louder. Down in the lobby, I could see flashes of cameras and the glint of bright lights set up by half a dozen competing media outlets. Mr. Smith stood with his wife and their child, right in the center of it all. The lobby was packed with reporters jockeying for position, microphones raised, cameramen snapping photos from every angle, their shouts echoing against the marble walls. Mr. Smith, looking both determined and nervous, put a protective arm around his wife. She kept her eyes on the floor, clutching the baby tig