Chapter 55
Aurora’s POV
The media visit was scheduled for three o’clock in the reception room at the placement center.
Three local outlets showed up. A camera crew from the city news channel, a photographer from a regional paper, and a freelancer with a recorder and too many questions. The topic was the foundation’s beastman children relief program – safe ground, well–rehearsed.
Kane handled it like he’d done this a hundred times.
He shared what he was willing to share–a name, a number, a brief story about one of the kids, always without any identifying details. When the questions got too specific, he pulled back with a small smile and a polite answer that gave them nothing useful.
I sat beside him with my notebook open, taking notes as the reporters occasionally turned to me with questions about the media partnership and the foundation’s public outreach plans. I kept my answers brief and professional, careful not to say anything that could be taken out of context.
An hour and a half was all it took.
Kane shook hands with the last reporter at the door. Nodded at the center‘ s director. Then he turned to me.
“Back to the hotel?”
“Yeah.”
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Kane dropped his jacket on the armrest. Asked if I wanted anything. I said. water. He poured himself whiskey.
We didn’t talk much.
He sat in the armchair by the window. I sat on the sofa. The city lights
–
were starting to come on outside – amber dots scattered across the
skyline.
I set up the recording equipment on the coffee table. Checked the levels. Hit record. The red light blinked once, then held steady.
Kane watched me do it. Didn’t say anything.
I pulled out my notebook. Flipped to the questions I’d prepared.
“Ready?”
He nodded. Leaned back. Crossed one ankle over his knee.
I started with the easy stuff.
When did he found the foundation? What was the initial funding source? How many children had been placed in the first year?
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