Alex
As the Plane touched down in San Francisco, my mind was confused. I had no clue what I would say to her. Part of me wanted to keep things professional, but another part of me understood why I was here. I wanted to make things right. But would she really listen? Does it matter to her?
As I stepped off the aeroplane, I was surrounded by a swarm of reporters, mics, and cameras, all pointed at me. They'd been waiting, recognising me and probably wondering why I was there. It was one of the many reasons I hate flying in public. Fortunately, security interfered, clearing the way for me.
When I got to my hotel room, I took a deep breath and focused on why I was here. I'd planned everything and practiced my comments a hundred times, but suddenly I was second-guessing everything. Th
