During breakfast, which consisted of fresh fruit and protein smoothies, I read through our press strategy plan, which Marta had painstakingly created overnight.
Speaking engagements, interviews, and a schedule for organized social media updates were all scheduled. Every phrase seemed like a potential landmine, even though I appreciated how thoughtfully each sentence was written.
"What if I make a mistake?" Tracing the edge of the glossy binder, I fretted.
Alexander closed the binder by reaching across. "You won't. You have previously shown that you can manage difficulties far bigger than this.
I was about to respond when my phone buzzed, alerting me to a message that my father had highlighted. My heart thumped. He never made a pointless demand; his tone was official.
Sophia—requesting a conversation. Kindly set up a video call as soon as possible.
I took a swallow. Dad and I had always been friendly from a distance—he only showed respect for me when I managed my own things well,
