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Even without this incident, I knew the two teams were working for damage control.
They constantly worked overtime to ensure that news about my personal life remained minimal.
It’s why the public remained unaware of Sophie’s condition.
When I heard a sharp knock, I quickly replied.
Their frames came into sight as they approached the desk.
Whitish blonde hair, green eyes, and a tall frame belonged to Whitney. Short brown hair, short frame, and grey irises belonged to Alex.
Before they could say anything, I started.
“What's the update on addressing the rumors? The media has completely misconstrued our relationship, and as I said, I want to annul any potential negative effect it may have on the young lady and our company's image. I want those false reports taken down from the internet as fast as possible.”
They both nodded.
“We have started drafting a statement to clarify the nature of your relationship with Evie,” Whitney started. “We'll emphasize that she is a valued member of our company and that any rumors suggesting otherwise are baseless and untrue.”
Alex chimed in, "I'm already working with our digital media team to identify the platforms and websites where these rumors are spreading. We're working on getting things done and issuing corrections where necessary."
“Good.”
Both of them walked out. When the door was shut, I stood up. Sitting wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I needed to think.
I grabbed my cup of coffee and made my way to the other side of the office– the glass walls that overlooked the city and gave a perfect view of the skyline.
Bringing the cup to my lips, I watched as the sun began ascent.
The warm glow radiated through the morning. It was a bright morning, but that didn’t extend to me.
The coffee was still a little warm, judging that I’d brewed it around 7:30 a.m. Now it was a few minutes to nine.
I brewed the coffee myself because I didn’t have the guts to face my secretary.
I didn’t have the balls to request a cup of coffee when she was clearly going through important dealings of life.
Yesterday, after she told me the news, I almost wanted to give her the day off. Hell, even give her the week off.
Doing that meant I’d have time to focus— to plot things and put everything in order.
But things had to go on as usual.
Releasing a deep sigh, I tightened my fist around the cup, slowly swirling the coffee.
I wondered if James had seen the news. He wasn’t a tech person… barely used the internet, but the news…
He kept up with the TV news religiously. I knew one of these days I'd pop up with his daughter on screen.
What would he think?
News aside, if James called now, I wasn't sure I had the guts to pick the call. What would I say?
Different thoughts hit me at once as I sorted through my mind for answers.
The urge to smash the coffee against the wall was getting stronger with each second.
Gritting my teeth, I made my way to my seat.
