If I was to name the most dreading event in my life, it was this moment when I sat in one of the chairs in front of the long table where Natalia was settling. I couldn’t count how many microphones were resting in front of her. Cameras took shots of her every nanosecond. She could effortlessly surpass the president’s nation to the address if she wanted to.
Was her statement that important?
Maybe, since she was one of the richest tycoons in the state. And she was the favorite subject of the newspapers and media.
I didn’t know why I needed to attend her event and sat on the VIP chairs. I was nothing, like a piece of dust out in the universe. Goodness, my heart was pounding like a jackhammer. I’d planned on sneaking out a couple of times a while ago. But Lydia had her eyes on me. She woul
