(Joseph POV)
I don't panic.
That has always been one of my strengths.
Even when deals collapse, when numbers fall, when pressure builds in ways that would make most people hesitate—I don't panic.
I observe.
I assess.
I act.
But as I stood in the center of my hotel suite, staring at the article on the tablet in my hand, I realized something uncomfortable.
This wasn't a situation I could approach like a negotiation.
Because this wasn't just about the company.
This was about Yvette.
And that changed everything.
"Sir."
Gregory stood near the door, tablet in hand, waiting for instructions.
I placed mine down slowly on the table.
"PR team?"
"On standby."
"Legal?"
"Already reviewing the publication."
"Media response?"
"Draft prepared, but not released."
I nodded once.
"Good."
Everything was moving as it should.
Controlled.
Efficient.
But none of that addressed the part that mattered most.
The photos.
I picked up the tablet again and zoomed in on one image.
