Chapter 29 What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

• Rosie walked up the stairs exhausted, not drained by the activities themselves but by the emotional toll they took.
• She had barely had any sleep in the last forty-eight hours; her "husband" seemed to have more mood swings than a teenager experiencing her first period, and to top it all, she was now in the middle of one messed up corporate war.
• “What have I gotten myself into?” she said muttering to herself as she fell flat on her bed. Pressing her forehead, feeling a headache developing, she searched for her phone in her new Prada clutch purse.