Morgan's POV:
"Well, that went to hell." Sabrina groaned. She plopped down on the chair, nearly toppling over with the force she used. She raised her hands in defeat and slammed them down on her thighs.
I perched on the edge of my desk, a headache brewing in my head like a large storm.
The press conference had in one word — flopped.
It looked like it was another attempt by whoever planned this to destroy me. My reputation, my name, everything was in the mud.
"It should blow over soon." Sabrina said. "People have short attention span these days. By end of the week, this should have been over."
"Yeah right." I chuckled to myself. "You're not aware of how things run in this cut throat world of ours."
Her eyes met mine and she bit her lip. "Do you have any enemies?"
The question made
