Adam picks the mic from the media rep, holds it close to his mouth, and clears his throat.

The whole attention of the room shifts to him like he's Mr. President.

My throat already goes dry instantly. Of course he’s here to ruin me.

But I stretch my lips into a smile. It feels painful and fake, but I do it anyway, for the cameras, for my investors, for the deal I’ve fought so hard for.

“Good evening, everyone,” his deep voice rolls across the room.

“Good evening,” ...