Chapter 268

• Rosalina's POV
• ​Vesper was wearing the silver-framed glasses again today—the same pair he had collected from the dresser in my entryway last night with that smug smirk.
• ​Catching the glint of the metal under the bright conference lights sent a bizarre wave of embarrassment straight down to my toes. Every time he shifted his gaze over the files, my fingers twitched against my pen, an absurd sense of guilt clawing at my chest. I felt like an accomplice hiding a scandal in broad daylight while twenty corporate sharks around us remained totally blind.