Xavier exchanged a knowing glance with Emily, while she understood and grabbed his palm, squeezing it, as if passing her confidence to him.

Xavier was sweating profusely, as he knew that one wrong word from him, would totally and finally ruin his reputation.

The surroundings which seemed to be silent and all the onlookers and press had their gaze fixed on Xavier, waiting for him to speak.

He cleared his throat and began, “I don't know where to start from, but I want ...