Chapter 19 Handle Your Own Shit

• NATHAN'S POV.
• I stood in my office, staring at the document on my desk. It was a list of questions that the head of public relations thought I might be asked in the upcoming press conference. I had spent hours preparing my answers, but there was still a nagging sense of uncertainty. Would I be able to handle the barrage of questions? Would I say the right thing? I checked my phone again, hoping for a message from her. But the screen remained blank, and the silence was deafening.
• "Where is he?" I rolled my eyes at the sound of a familiar voice. Just a second later, Lisa and my mum entered the office with her assistant not too far behind.