"I had Carl swing by to pick me up, got a little situation to tidy up at the office. Someone else will fly the jet back," Romeo said, slipping Rosemary's hand into the deep pocket of his coat to shield it from the
biting cold.
"Alright," Rosemary replied, escorting him to the front porch just as Carl's car rolled up to the curb.
"Ms. Rose," Carl greeted her as he stepped out of the car, holding the door open for Romeo.
"Be careful with that arm of yours, don't bump it again," Romeo couldn't help but add another word of caution, "Remember to change the dressing, and don't sleep on it."
"Got it."
"I'll call you when I'm done."
Romeo bent down, planting a gentle kiss on her lips and giving her hair a tender stroke before he climbed into the car and drove away.
As Rosemary watched the car disappear into the distance, her phone buzzed—it was a call from her subordinate.
"Boss, when are you planning the annual meeting for Luna Capital that Mr. Rollins left in your hands?
