Viya's POV
I sat in the lab, brows knitted together as I stared at the speech draft in front of me.
Julian glanced up from his work, an amused quirk to his lips. "What's wrong? Still wrestling with that speech for the press conference?"
The final batch of clinical trial data had come through this morning. Clean. Perfect. No issues whatsoever.
Which meant the only thing left to stress about was standing up in front of a room full of reporters and actually talking about it.
I propped my chin on one hand, letting out a long breath. "I don't have a single clue where to even start."
This was the problem with me. Put me in a lab, give me research to do, data to analyze, problems to solve—I was in my element.
But public speaking? Standing on a stage while cameras flashed an
