MasukRose reached for the proposal lying in front of Hayden. “You're using this proposal to argue that the project cannot survive without the current executive structure.” She flipped through the pages. “But your projected revenue is based on an inflated growth estimate and this assumption is unsupported
When Hayden returned back from work and went to check up on Rose, he found her sitting near the window with a book resting unopened on her lap. “Is something bothering you?" He asked as he closed the door behind him. Rose snapped out her daze and glanced at him. She didn't even realize when he ent
The next day at the Black corporation. Hayden handed them the reports Rose had examined to Cole and instructed him to tell the entire analysts team to review the entire PMC project rather than focusing only on the accounts she had identified. For the next several hours, the analysts went through th
A few days passed. During that time, Rose gradually became more comfortable around Hayden. Their conversations became more frequent, and they began having casual conversations whenever they ate together or happened to cross paths around the mansion. Rose also discovered that Hayden was quite dif
“I've been awake for a while.” Rose replied. Hayden nodded and gestured toward the chair opposite him. “Come sit.” Rose moved to the table and settled into the seat prepared for her. She stared at the table filled with a lot of dishes before turning to look at Hayden. “Is this all for me?” she
Hayden remained near the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene before him. Rose was still curled up in the corner, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her breathing was uneven, and her eyes remained fixed on him as if she still couldn't completely separate him from whatever she had seen i
Rose could feel Alex’s gaze drilling into the side of her face even though she stared stubbornly out the window. He wasn’t saying anything. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t blinking, probably. Just watching her. Waiting for her to talk. Finally, unable to endure it anymore, she slowly turned toward
Ggregory leaned back in his chair, exhausted. He pinched the bridge of his nose before dialing Nancy. It didn’t even ring twice before she picked up. “Ms. Miller?” “Report?” she asked immediately. “Yes.” Gregory sighed. “It didn’t go well. Mr. Ashmore refuses to accept any termination. He claims
Thirty minutes later, Luthor drove into the Gray family ancestral mansion. The towering iron gates opened with deliberate slowness, revealing a long, cobblestone driveway that gleamed faintly under the golden dusk. The air held the faint fragrance of wet earth and manicured roses. At first, the gua
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating







