Chapter 78

• Chapter 78
• Rosalina’s POV
• ​The weight of my briefcase pulls heavily on my shoulder as I walk out of the elevator bay, carrying a brown paper bag of takeout in my other hand. I had spent the last few hours grinding away at my desk long after the firm had cleared out, and since my stomach was practically growling by the time I left the office, I had made a quick pit stop to pick up something warm. To be completely fair, the high-end dinner with Vesper earlier that evening had been exceptional, but between the subtle mind games and my frantic attempts to act normal over the telephone mishap, I hadn't actually managed to digest a single full portion.