Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 1707

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1707

The tugging was the final straw for Caspian. He finally understood why there was always news about celebrities knocking down the camera crew’s gadgets, or agents assaulting journalists and such popping up all over the Internet. In the beginning, he would have pitied the media reps who were just doing their jobs, but at that moment… Well, they probably deserved it.

He sharply yanked his arm away and almost tore his sleeve. Then, he glared at his surroundings. If this were a movie, there would be raging flames burning behind him. With a growl, the horrible din around him came to a standstill. “It’s my pleasure to stand up for him. So what!”

Instantly, the mob fell silent. As soon as the words came out, Caspian wanted to bite his tongue. There were so many other ways to say it and he had to use those exact words! If that caused a misunderstanding of any sort, who knows what kind of news articles would show up online the next day?

He did not want to think about it. He wanted to get away from the mob as quickly as he could, but alas the place was tightly packed. Caspian could not stand it anymore. Lowering his head, he pushed through the stream of journalists, mumbling, “Let me through, let me through.”

It took a while for him to break out of the crowd. He quickly ran towards the security guard at the entrance and muttered incoherently, “Shut the doors! Don’t let those lunatics in!”

The security guard stared at him for a second, puzzled, but he knew the man was pretty close to the president. So, he obeyed, and closed the door quickly behind Caspian.

“Why did you come here? Didn’t I tell you very clearly not to do that?” As soon as Caspian stepped into the office, he darted towards the water dispenser. Arguing with the horde of journalists had gotten him extremely thirsty.

Larry ignored him. He sat in front of the computer, fingers busy tapping away on the keyboard. He brows furrowed tightly, and for a moment everything around him became nothing more than an illusion.