Ladies and gentlemen, that is what he said when we asked him—the richest man in the world—rejecting to spare a single cent for the elimination of world hunger."
The voice of the television echoed through the dimly lit room, carrying a heavy weight with each word. The statement was followed by a dramatic pause, the kind that news anchors used to let their audience stew in manufactured outrage. The sleek, wall-mounted television—designed to resemble a floating glass window—cast a faint glow over the otherwise dark space.
It had been seven days since the relentless attacks against her boss had started. Seven days of accusations, sensationalized headlines, and a media frenzy that showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, the firestorm was only growing stronger, feeding on itself, expanding like an unchecked inferno that threatened to consume everything in its path.
