My Woman

Inside the luxurious office of a certain president…

A tall, handsome man sat behind his work desk by the expansive window, the city skyline stretching behind him. He wore a sleek, tailored suit, his light brown hair meticulously styled. His sharp features remained unreadable as he watched the screen in front of him, where a woman was confidently fielding questions from a horde of reporters.

His light brown eyes were locked on the screen, scrutinizing every word, every subtle expression that crossed Natalie's face.

"Mr. Summers, everyone is speculating that you're the mysterious man from last night," his assistant, Shawn, said cautiously, "You're being associated with a woman whose reputation isn't exactly good."

Adam raised a hand, silencing his assistant without taking his eyes off the screen. His gaze remained fixed on Natalie, analyzing her calm demeanor, her unyielding confidence in the face of the media storm.