Adamo’s POV
After the stellar presentation from Sade and Cheryl, the questions seemed never-ending. Every time I thought the session was wrapping up, another hand shot up. At ten minutes to four, the host finally excused us, announcing that tomorrow would be our longest day yet—an intense schedule from 8:30 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., with two one-hour breaks in between, followed by dinner and drinks.
As we made our way toward the elevators, I was already anticipating getting Sade alone. But, of course, she and Cheryl were immediately stopped by more people wanting to ask follow-up questions. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to remain composed while the fire inside me burned hotter with every passing second.
I needed to touch her. Now.
When she finally ended her conversation, we all walked tow
