Straight back and with a plain expression, she directed her eyes right into the camera that had been waiting for her response. The room was cold, but she was sweating. Her palms were watery as she tried to clasp them in discomfort.
“Ms. Darlington? Do you need more minutes to speak up?” The host spoke while examining her posture. She was one meter away from her, yet Eve felt suffocated. It was not the distance which made her, it was her question.
“N-no, I’m just settling all of my thoughts and finding the exact answer.” She answered. Her head thought of her daughter Yssa, her sweet smile and soft laughter. The strength she lacked, appeared. It suddenly gave her the energy to conquer the interview.
“It’s understandable, Ms. Eve. No one wanted to be in a hot seat situation, but everyone
