Liam's POV
As I walked toward the conference room, Every step towards it felt like a march to my own execution.
My jaw clenched as I neared Amanda's desk, my mind racing through the chaos of the last few hours. The media frenzy, the whispers in the hallways, the calls I had ignored. I had no time for more problems.
I noticed Amanda, my usually well composed secretary, standing rigidly by her desk, hands clasped together. A tension I'd never seen before lined her face.
"Good morning, Amanda," I said, keeping my tone even. "Any messages?"
She didn't meet my eyes. Instead, she reached for an envelope on her desk, her fingers trembling as she slid it toward me.
"Mr. Ashton, I... I have something for you."
I already knew. Even before I touched the paper, before I unfolded it, my stomach dropped.
Her resignation letter.
I glanced over the words, my frustration mounting with each line.
