I prepare for the press conference, pulling on a black blazer over my white button up. I've never done a press conference before. That was always Tony's thing. I want to cry. Funnily enough, I'm one of the most put together out of all of us.
I walk over to the hangar where the press conference has been set up. There's a bunch of news sources there. The place is swarming with people. I ignore everyone taking my picture as I walk in and try to look professional.
I get swarmed with questions immediately and immediately point at a random person.
"Is Tony Stark really dead?" she asks.
"Yes. Next question."
"How did he die?"
"In a fight. We're still waiting for more information."
"Did Kandyce kill him?" a woman steps forward. She's wearing a blue blouse, black blazer, and a pencil skirt. She's wearing a lapel pin, but I can't read what it says.
"No! No, of course not," I defend. "Why would you-"
I get swarmed with questions again, and eventually Im able to leave. People are milling around, talking and taking pictures of me.
I see a woman in a gray suit.
"Can I speak to Mr Stark, please?" she asks.
"No? Did you not just hear the whole press conference? Stark is dead."
"Right," she says, "My coworker has already postponed the meeting, but I need to confirm the meeting is Wednesday at noon."
"He's not going to any meetings," I say, rolling my eyes and walking away. She steps in front of me.
"Wait. When you see him next, please give him this card. We really need to speak with him. He'll know what to do." She shoves a card in my hand.
It reads "F.A.C.T.S"
"What the hell is FACTS?" I ask, looking up, but she's already gone. I put the card in my pocket.
I'll give it to Mara during tryouts tomorrow.
