"Mr. Fox! Mr. Fox!"
A media frenzy greeted Joe as he pushed his way through the crowd of reporters that was gathered in front of Fox Books.
"What is this?" He demanded.
Before he could open the front door he was surrounded by cameras, microphones and reporters shouting questions all at once.
"Is it true that Kathleen Kelly hates children?"
"Did she really try to sell her store for a four digit figure?"
"Is she really plotting to bomb Fox Books?"
"ENOUGH!" Joe yelled, unable to take it anymore. "Look, I'm not answering any of your questions."
"So you're saying you deny writing the letter to the editor of The Observer?" A reporter shouted.
"Of course I deny it, because it isn't true!" Joe yelled.
"Have you seen the editorial?" Another reporter yelled.
"No I haven't. So that should answer your question. I didn't even know it existed until this morning."
"Then you're saying it's just a coincidence that it appears in the very paper that Kathleen Kelly's ex writes a column for?"
"Yes! But that doesn't mean that I-."
And still more questions came...
"Is it true that you were planning on dumping Ms. Kelly?"
"No! Of course not!" Joe yelled, appalled at the question. "Listen! For the last time, I did not write any editorial!"
"But Mr. Fox, isn't it true that you were upset over the recent announcement that sales at your store have plummeted?"
"Those figures are completely inaccurate!" Joe yelled. "Our sales are on the rebound after a mere 2% reduction. That's hardly a..." his voice trailed off.
Oh no... Please tell me this isn't true...
"Mr. Fox? Mr. Fox!"
Joe shoved the reporters aside and began to run down the sidewalk. He'd get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing he did.