Serena sat at her desk, her fingers tapping restlessly against the smooth surface.
The weight of the upcoming press conference settled heavily on her chest, and despite her efforts to remain calm, her nerves were getting the best of her.
She had faced many challenges before, but this was different.
The scandal was spreading like wildfire, and every moment that passed without her addressing it only fueled the rumors.
She grabbed her phone and quickly dialed her assistant’s number.
“Emma, come to my office,” she said, keeping her voice firm.
A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Emma stepped inside.
She was dressed in her usual professional attire—a navy-blue pencil skirt with a crisp white blouse—but Serena could tell by the worried look in her eyes that something was bot
