Mag-log inRose's expression slowly changed. These weren't like the security guards she normally saw around Alex. They were dressed more formally, but there was something about them that immediately made her uneasy. Their movements were disciplined, their expressions were cold, and even without openly display
After school ended, Rose was already planning to head to Pegasus Corporation when Sandra and Dania suddenly stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?" Sandra asked. "Pegasus–" "Not today." Dania cut her off Before Rose could react, Sandra grabbed her arm while Dania took the other side.
Even though it had been months since she returned to the past, the thought of going back to school still gave her a strange feeling of reluctance. She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. As much as she hated it, she still had to go. After having a rush breakfast, Rose drove herself to school. S
Rose spent the entire week going back and forth from work until it was finally the weekend. At Glassrose Manor, Rose was comfortably settled in the living room, watching her favorite weekend show and happily chewing on the chips she had stolen from Paige despite Paige's earlier attempts to stop her
One of the representatives looked uncomfortable. “Madam, you seem to have misunderstood what we are trying to say. " He said but Rose ignored him. "You already made your intentions clear so don't take me for a fool. If you believe Pegasus is no longer the right company for you, you're free to leav
The next morning, Rose had barely settled into her office when Emma walked in with a stack of documents in her hands and a serious expression on her face. "Ma'am, we have a problem." Rose looked up from her laptop. "What happened?" "It's about one of our major clients." Emma placed the documents o
Inside the office, Lopez shut the door with a sharp click, crossing to her desk. “Jesse,” she said, folding her hands, “I’m going to ask this once—who told you to start those rumors?” Jesse’s breath hitched. “I… I don’t know what you’re—” “Stop,” Lopez interrupted, her voice slicing clean through.
The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of Rose’s bedroom, painting her sheets in warm gold. She rose with a stretch, letting the early light wash over her before beginning her routine. After dressing in her uniform and pulling her hair into a loose yet tidy ponytail, Rose grabbed her
“Well,” Rose replied with a small laugh, “it’s not like I handed them keys in a bow.” “Still,” Nancy teased, “the house is already prepped. You don’t need to stress about that one. You did well choosing the location too—it fits them.” “Anyway, your own house is fully ready. You can swing by tomo
She took a slow bite, before turning to look at him and then asked, “Don’t you have better things to do than bother me?” “I was running diagnostics,” he replied flatly. “Thought I’d take a break.” Rose’s fork paused. Her eyes flicked to his hoodie, to the small flash drive peeking from the insid







