Rhys
"What the hell is wrong with this tie?" I growled at my reflection, my fingers fumbling with the brown tie around my collar.
It felt like a noose, tightening with every breath I took. "Ugh!" I groaned as I yanked at the knot again, but it sat crooked, just like the mess my life had become.
Behind me, Elton was pacing with a paper in his hand, reading aloud from it. "Focus, Rhys," he muttered as he stopped in front of me. "You're going out there in five minutes. The narrative is simple: you were helping a family friend. It was an act of chivalry that got blown out of proportion."
I barely heard him. He kept talking, but my mind was stuck in a loop, replaying the scene in the boardroom over and over again.
