Emma Hart shook her head gently, "It's alright, may I take a walk alone for a bit?" she asked with a faint smile.
"Emma, I hope my actions just now didn't upset you," Oliver Westmore spoke softly, his tone laced with a hint of concern.
Looking puzzled, Emma gazed at Oliver. "What do you mean?"
"It was to help you that I grabbed your hand," Oliver admitted, his eyes lowering in a mix of embarrassment and sincerity.
"Ah, yes, it's fine, really," Emma responded, her lips curling into a smile. Yet, beneath that smile lay a trace of fatigue—a sign that being with someone who makes you tired might just be the wrong person.
In Damien Sterling's office, the air turned tense.
An assistant knocked and entered, reporting to Damien Sterling, "Mr. Sterling, Mr. Westmore has indeed convened several media outlets, claiming he has a major announcement to make."
