“Much as I’d love to sign autographs, this gentleman bumped into me just now, and I’m feeling a little dizzy…”
Before she could finish, her assistant quickly chimed in:
“Yes, that’s right! Miss Emily had prepared tons of signed photos, but this man snatched them away.”
With the two of them playing in perfect sync, I instantly became the public enemy.
Even through the barricades, I could feel the searing hostility of the fans, their eyes practically wishing to tear me apart alive.
Seeing the situation spiral out of control, the airport security officer hurried over and pulled me aside.
“Mr. Stone, for your own safety, I suggest… you take a different exit.”
This time, before I could even speak, one of the nearest fans suddenly turned and shouted to the crowd.
“Don’t let this guy get away! He must have Emily’s autographed photos in his bag!”
With that roar, hundreds of fans surged over the barricades and charged straight toward me.
Their target was clear—my briefcase.
“Stop right now!” I shouted.
“There’s nothing in here but classified documents—no autographs at all!”
But no matter how I explained, the fans wouldn’t listen. They lunged at me like a pack of wild dogs.