"Lorraine! What are you doing?!"
In the sophisticated but humble newsroom of ABC-ZBN, Lorraine was being chewed out by the editor-in-chief. Her voice had just shaken the studio lights, and now her heels pounded the floor as she strode toward the news desk. And if the other staff were seeing it right, her eyes seemed to be seething with rage.
But Lorraine didn't flinch. Instead, she calmly removed her hair tie, letting her long, brown, slightly gold-tinged hair fall over her shoulders.
And as she saw her boss fuming and marching toward her, she simply sighed and stepped away from the desk.
"Compose yourself, Chief."
And surprisingly, Lorraine's speaking voice was deeper and seemingly even more enunciated than her anchoring voice,
"Occurrences like this are something I live with, and history has shown time and again that the public craves authenticity. I will not suppress what I feel—especially when the victim in question was a child."
