Chapter 19: The Dorian Collective

The Interview, Part 4

“Lights. Action. Showtime,” whispered Kranz. 

Mockery. All of it. Pure mockery. 

The room had all but flushed itself of heat and, with it, the dying whir of the ventilation system before the cameras pointed their way.

The lead cameraman held up three fingers…two…one, then…a hesitation before the cameras went live. 

A collective sigh from the surrounding production crew swelled like water released from a dam. The deluge culminated in Harrison’s timely collapse into the chair across from Kranz. 

“Without a moment to spare!” jabbed Kranz. 

Wensley shot Kranz a dull but confident scowl and, in that moment, Kranz’s laissez-faire chuckle disappeared. He saw something in Wensley’s stare that hadn’t been there before the commercial break and now, whatever it was threatened Kranz’s stranglehold on public persuasion and enough to return Kranz’s cocky disposition to neutral. 

“Let’s get on with it,” Harrison said.