Chapter 30: Renegotiation
Liam’s POV
"My phone wouldn’t stop ringing. The kind of call that only brings bad news." Squinting at the bright screen, I saw it was Holbrook, my lawyer calling. With a groan, I answered.
"Liam," Holbrook’s voice snapped through the speaker, tension evident even through the poor connection. "We need to talk. Now."
I sat up, running a hand through my hair. "Good morning to you too, Holbrook. How was your vacation?"
"Forget the pleasantries. I’ve just spent an hour wading through the disaster you created. Liam, what the hell were you thinking?"
I sighed, swinging my legs out of bed. "It’s not as bad as it looks. I’ve got it under control my head of PR team is already working round the clock to put things back to normal."
"Under control?" Holbrook’s voice rose an octave. "I saw the papers. You’re being crucified out there, Liam.
And worse, you’re handing Diane everything she needs on a silver platter."
A dull headache throbbed behind my eyes. I reached for the half-empty glass of whiskey from last night, took a sip, and winced at the stale taste. "It’s bad press. It’ll blow over."
"Bad press?" He let out a humorless laugh. "Liam, this is more than bad press. You’ve turned public opinion completely against you. Do you have any idea how this looks in terms of the divorce proceedings?"
I felt a flicker of unease, but pushed it aside. "Look, I know it’s not ideal, but-"