Alex’s POV
The cameras were set when I stepped behind the curtain. It was just two minutes before the press conference. Two minutes before I either steady the company and survive the media attacks or let everything my father had built for years crumble in my hands.
I was supposed to feel ready. I had been confident all weekend.
The plan had been simple. But right now, everything was out of control and I hated when I didn’t have control. My mind was continuously worried. I thought of Rosa in the sickbay and wanted to be by her side, my heart ached for my father’s worsening conditions, and I feared the press conference was not going to go well.
I turned to look at my father. I had brought him to the back stage with me, hoping by some miracle, he would accept the tea the nurse was offe
