The bathroom door opened and Rome walked into the room. His lips curved into a soft smile as he stared at Catherine's sleeping face. Then he walked over to the closet, took out his clothes, and got dressed.As he was about to wear his shoes, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. So he grabbed it, sat on the edge of the bed, and answered the call.“Good morning, boss. What is it?” Rome asked, eyeing Catherine for a moment.“Good morning, young master. We have been watching the team members for weeks, and we have discovered three traitors, and they are responsible for purchasing the raw material for the winery.” Mr. Orlando's voice flowed into his ear.“Really? Go on.”“We discovered that they have been pre-ordering cheaper materials with third-rate quality from the Whitewater Construction store, instead, of the first class materials your wife requested.”“I'm on my way.”

It was silent for a while, and after waiting for almost an hour, Catherine's office door finally opened and The construction Supervisors from CMTA entered the room.“Good day to all. We were told that this is Miss Catherine’s office.” One of the supervisors said.“Yes, I'm she,” Catherine mumbled, panicking a bit.“We were sent by CMTA concerning the report file to our head office.”“I know.”Suddenly the door opened again, and the chairman of ‘Fine Wine’ walked into the room.When Benjamin saw Rome, the anger in his eyes faded quickly, and he was left with a humble expression.“Good day, Mr. Barlow, Charles, Catherine…” Benjamin said, pausing when he noticed Rome slightly shook his head.“Benjamin, a pleasant day to you.” Mr. Barlow intoned with a straight face. Then he frowned as he gazed at Catherine and said,

The first light of dawn met Rome laying in bed, wide awake as he spaced out in his thoughts. “What is it?” Catherine softly asked, staring at him with a hint of worry in her eyes. I‘m thinking of ways to turn your family on each other,’ Rome thought with a faded smile. Then he laid on his side, placed his hands gently on Catherine’s right cheek, and said, “It's nothing for you to worry about.” Even though she wasn't satisfied with his reply, she said nothing and let out a soft sighed. After a moment of silence, Catherine pressed her lips together, and then said, “Do you have work today?” “Why do you ask?” Rome gently intoned, noticing the hesitation in her eyes. “Well, today is my first day as the executive vice president of the 'DreamTeam', and… and I was hoping you could go to the company with me.” “Sure. I would love to stand by you, wife.” “Oh, but your part-time job.” “I don't have any shift today.”

After wandering in their thoughts, none of the team members knew what Mr. Ford was talking about, so they all maintained their silence, afraid that the wrong word would get them in trouble. “What should I do to get a damn answer from you guys! Cut a finger?” Mr. Ford shouted, slightly waving the knife. Horror took off the faces of the team members, and finally, one of them gained the courage and mumbled, “Mr… Ford, please forgive our simple-minded minds, but we don't know what you are talking about.” Scowling, Mr. Ford leaned forward, rested his elbows on his jeans, and asked in annoyance, “Did you or did you not bully my daughter-in-law?” A look of confusion crossed their faces as they stared wide-eyed at each other.  “Excuse my boldness for saying this, but you don't have a daughter-in-law.” One for them said, staring nervously at the floor. Gazing to the right, Mr. Ford smirked and asked, “Is it true that you are not married, s

The loud music from his ringtone caused Rome to moan in his sleep as he slightly rolled over to his side, then his hand patted against the nightstand until he got a hold of his phone.“One more minute,” Rome whispered, raising his eyelid before opening his other eye.When he caught a glimpse of the name on the screen, he immediately got off the bed and headed into the bathroom.He then rubbed his eyelids and let out a yawn before answering the call.“Dad, it's six o'clock. What is this about?” Rome mumbled, clearing his throat.“It's the weekend. You and I have a breakfast plan.” Mr. Ford's voice echoed from the speakers, sounding a bit excited and a little annoyed.“I know. But it's six.”“How long does the morning last for?” “From twelve a.m. to eleven fifty-nine a.m.” “Good. Those entire hours are breakfast hours, so get your but