and emerged unscathed—even under the kind of scrutiny one might expect in a medical malpractice deposition. Kimmel’s attempt to ambush her felt almost… predictable.
With a steely resolve, she clicked “reply” and typed a single sentence: “I accept. See you Thursday.” The Green Room: Poised in Red.
Thursday arrived, and the green room was a whirlwind of activity. Makeup artists buzzed around, stage managers whispered into headsets, and cameras rolled, capturing test shots.
Amidst the controlled chaos, Caroline sat motionless, a vibrant splash of red in her striking suit that seemed to glow under the harsh fluorescent lights. She had no notes, no phone, just a quiet readiness. She knew she was walking into a battle, and she was armed for it.
She had spent countless hours briefing reporters, dissecting policy, and crafting responses that were both accurate and politically savvy. Just like a prenatal care team preparing for high-risk delivery, every angle had been calculated.
