Abigail let out a deep breath. Her voice was steady and composed, and she assured calmly, "It's not as significant as it seems. We'll manage."
"Welcome back. Josh, it's time for Luna to get some rest. It's late, and she's been keeping you company for quite a while." Lawrence directed from his place on the sofa.
Josh nodded understandingly and gently guided Luna toward her bedroom.
"Don't fret. We've weathered countless challenges over the years, and this time won't be any different for L.Moon," Luna reassured Abigail with a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting understanding and empathy.
She had been struggling with depression and had pushed herself to stay up late. Thus, her fatigue was evident in the weary lines of her face.
After she disappeared into the hallway leading to her room, the once lively living room fell into a hushed stillness, broken only by the sound of Abigail's footsteps as she approached the coffee table.
Reaching for a bottle of wine, she poured herself a generous glass.
"The backlash from the public this time is unprecedented. While there's usually room for redemption after causing harm, the loss of life would change everything for L.Moon," Josh, who was seasoned in the business world, remarked, his tone reflecting the weight of the situation.
Abigail reflected on her journey to fame and fortune. Her words carried a sense of acceptance and resignation as she spoke softly, "I've pondered this scenario before—riding the wave of success, accumulating followers. But now, faced with the harsh reality of the consequences, I understand that it's time to take responsibility."
Tonight, Abigail took the first step toward accountability by issuing a heartfelt apology through the PR department, acknowledging the gravity of the situation and the need for restitution. She even took a more personal approach by recording a heartfelt video expressing her remorse.
Last night, she took the initiative to have the PR department draft an apology statement, alongside recording a personal video expressing remorse.
Regardless of Danielle's past transgressions, with her passing, it was as though a clean slate had been drawn, and she was facing the consequences as they came.
Scarlett couldn't resist the urge to embrace Abigail as she acknowledged the immense sacrifices made for L.Moon. "Are you content to simply watch it dwindle?" she asked softly.
"Even the most enduring of phenomena experience their ebbs and flows," Abigail responded calmly. "When that time arrives, L.Moon will meet its fate. Frankly, I'm feeling rather weary. Perhaps it's an opportune moment for me to take a much-needed break."
Tears threatened to spill from Scarlett's eyes, yet she stifled them as she did not wish to burden Abigail further.
Lawrence offered a semblance of comfort. "It's alright. Trends in fashion are notoriously fleeting. The fact that L.Moon has endured for so many years is a testament to your prowess."
Despite Abigail's heartfelt apology, L.Moon's predicament remained unchanged.
Overnight, clothes were returned, bills were contested, and once-loyal online fans turned into fervent critics to plot the downfall of L.Moon. Even the production teams collaborating with L.Moon found themselves subjected to menacing threats.
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