They told me I only had a few minutes. Two, to be exact. Only two minutes to tell the world I'm sorry. Sorry that my product caused harm. Sorry that someone tried to cover it up.
"Sir." a stern voice says from behind me.
"One minute," he says before putting his two fingers to his earpiece and leaving me to my self-loathing.
How many got hurt because of one person's foolish pride. Sure, it wasn't me who cause the error. I didn't input the data incorrectly. I didn't try to cover it up. Ultimately, I am still to blame.
"We are ready for you sir," a young woman says as she quietly leads me to the podium.
I stopped and gently placed my palm on her forearm. "Tell me, was your family affected?"
Please subscribe to keep reading.