Olivia
I rapped my knuckles lightly on the door to Nathan’s office. A moment later, his voice called out, “Come in.”
Stepping into the room, I placed my hands on my hips upon seeing the scene in front of me: Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt still untucked and his tie loosened. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and it was clear that he had been checking over his notes last-minute before the press conference.
“The news vans are already arriving,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “We don’t have much time.”
He turned to face me, his hands fumbling with the knot of his tie. He was nervous; I could tell. “Yeah, I know,” he grumbled. “I’m just… having a little trouble here.” A sheepish grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, although I knew he wa
