Letisha’s POV
I could barely make out the whispers of shock as I watched, entranced, as my husband walked down the aisle between the sea of reporters as if he did so every day.
Adrian was.
His eyes never left mine, their dark brilliance blazing with such intensity, I could feel it as if it were a tangible thing.
Adrian was back.
“Is that…”
“Holy fuck, that’s Adrian Grey.”
“What? The Adrian Grey?”
“That Adrian Grey?”
“Grey Corp…?”
“What is he doing here?”
“Did he just say he was here to speak for Miss Sanchez?”
“Do they know each other?”
“That must be him. Look behind him. That’s Enlight’s Representative and the CEO’s Personal Aide.”
I could vaguely hear the continued whispers although I could tell they were no longer whispers. The excitement and tension in the room was enough to level the building. The camera flashes went off in such quick succession, it seemed that there was a permanent spotlight following him all the way to the podium.