Mr. and Mrs. Andreas and Clara Montclair, with their children, had informed the reporters of an emergency press conference right after Andreas became the Vice-chairman of the company.
"Is this really necessary?" Peach asked, brushing her hair, then carefully packing it with a pink park.
Mrs. Clara walked to stand behind her daughter, brushing off an invisible speck of dust from her shoulder.
"Darling, do you know the greatest weapon on earth?" the woman asked, carefully taking her daughter's hair to style it properly.
Peach dropped her hands to her side to let her mother take over, but she had a confused expression on her face.
"I don't know, um, maybe..." she rolled her eyes, "Grenade or like bomb or something?"
Clara scoffed, "Children," she dropped Peach's hair after styling it.
"It's the internet...the digital time we are in. It is the greatest weapon humanity has ever made," Clara smiled, turning her daughter around to face her.
