The days following the press conference were quieter than Emma expected. The media frenzy hadn’t entirely died down, but Alexander’s commanding presence and carefully crafted responses had deflected much of the scrutiny. Yet, beneath the surface, Emma knew the storm wasn’t over.
Sitting in Alexander’s office, Emma reviewed the latest financial reports. Her concentration wavered as her thoughts drifted to the press conference and Alexander’s unwavering support. Her heart ached with equal parts gratitude and fear.
“Emma,” Alexander’s deep voice pulled her from her thoughts. He stood in the doorway, his tie slightly loosened, his jacket slung over his arm. He looked tired, but his sharp gaze still sent a ripple of warmth through her.
“Yes?” she asked, straightening in her chair.
“We need
