Alex’s POV
It was fifteen minutes to the press conference and I didn’t know how I was going to salvage my family’s reputation.
My father was seated beside me in the back seat, staring out the window at nothing and tapping his fingers erratically against the armrest. Whenever he was like that, he was about to have an episode.
Yet, he was supposed to address the public in less than fifteen minutes.
It was a disaster.
The plans had been ruined because Rosa was in the sickbay and couldn’t make his tea that usually stabilized him
“Dad,” I said quietly, leaning forward so he could see me clearly. “We’re here…at the office. Remember?”
He turned his head slowly and his gaze landed on me. For a moment, I thought he had remembered. Then he drifted away as though he was searching for someth
