Mag-log inRose 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
After Sophia received the message that Victoria Langston wanted to see her, she casually told her friends she’d be back and made her way across the buzzing cafeteria to the seniors’ section. At one of the corner tables sat Victoria Langston, surrounded by her usual circle of elite friends. The air
After a few minutes of light conversation, Rose leaned forward slightly, her tone calm but direct. “Sister Nancy, did you prepare the documents I asked for?” Nancy responded with a knowing smirk and reached for a brown envelope next to her. Without a word, she slid it across the table toward Rose.
She stepped forward—calmly, deliberately—and came to a stop just inches from Sophia. She leaned in close, her lips barely moving as she whispered directly into Sophia’s ear. “Leave. Now. Before I stop playing nice.” Her voice was ice. Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. It was the first time
A few minutes later The atmosphere in the headmistress’s office was thick with tension as the assistant returned, opening the door politely. All heads turned when Rose stepped in with her usual calm, her gaze sweeping over the room. She recognized everyone present—Teacher Price with a smug tilt of







