The door opens softly, and Amanda steps inside, a tablet in hand. Her sharp eyes immediately assess Christian's demeanor, noting the tension in his posture.
"Good morning, Christian," she greets him, her tone calm but laced with professionalism. She's clearly aware of the storm brewing outside the walls of the office.
"Morning, Amanda," Christian responds, leaning back in his chair, his gaze fixed on her. He gestures toward the seat across his desk. "Please, sit."
Amanda takes a seat, placing her tablet down on the desk, ready for whatever this meeting entails. She doesn't waste time, her voice steady as she cuts straight to the point. "I'm assuming you've seen the photos?"
Christian sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I have. It's everywhere."
"It's already trending on social media," Amanda continues, tapping on her tablet.
"And the press has been relentless. We've received multiple requests for statements from journalists."
