#Chapter 92: Press Conference

Liam’s POV As I waited for my assistant to spread word about the encroaching press conference, I entirely gave up on attempting any work today. With Sophia’s threats at the forefront of my mind, I didn’t have the mental capacity to handle much else. If I wasn’t needed here to do this conference, I would have given up all pretense and just left. As it was, I stared out the window instead, dreading how slowly the seconds were ticking by. “You can’t go in there unannounced,” came my assistant’s muffled voice through the door. “Hey!” The door swung open and Jackson stormed inside, his face twisted up in rage. “This is your fault, isn’t it?” Jackson said, pointing a literal finger at me. “You drove her away.” I glanced behind him where, leaning into the doorway from her desk, my assistant still held her work phone pressed to her ear. To let her know everything was okay, and that she didn’t need to call security, I waved at her. She frowned in reply, but still disappeared ou