His Little Rose

mon

part, giving way to the passageway

alk across. It has been anot

. It flashes green with a low beep, and the d

s down on my face from the shower head, and I close my eyes tig

edules aren't as tight as they have been over the

the r

e and through my wet hair, wh

ash from there to the lady at the restaurant. Her gentle, soft voic

, but none of them excite me as the thought of her

ne. "She will be mine,

out of it, wrapping one of th

ty exhausted tonight from the stress of the day

from the stand beside the

the first rin

ith the assignm

ou in on the details when yo

rst thing tomorrow mor

ed,

set my phone back, l

my dreams filled with a familiar gre

hing as much as I've craved this lady. It's a must I o

lf through a few invigorating exercises before commencing the day

approaching, stepping around the front t

s," he greets, dip

a slight tilt of my chin in his

me, and Logan gets in a

d, boss," he extends the file

open it, scanning thro

xit towards San Francisc

car. "Her father, David Martins Lark, runs a textile produc

is company seemed to ha

n at that time, which was a hit while it aired. However, a rumor broke out around that time about Lark's involvement in a scandal, and their ratings plummeted. There were mass rejection of the ordered products as wel

is she–the

teen y

se. How ol

Rose, sir. She's La

marring my face. No won

restaurant? Aren't they aware

a few strings to help her

throw it on the seat beside

t decision to make. S

r than she is, but age difference has

in my thoughts, and absentmindedly registering the cars that sweep

boss," Logan says, pull

t him. "W

doesn't match the one on her em

taking the file ag

she'll be eighteen in a few days, but

k, noting the birth date

r work profile, s

" I say, furro

an idea

mouth as I consider th

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me. "It's a pleasure to have you in my hum

as in his sitting room,

, prompts this v

t on the center table. The document skids across the

ead. "You plan to invest in my business?" he asks when

has great potential. With some funding and backing,

epticism. "And what's your stake in

hands, and holding his gaze.

narrow.

daughter in ma

"That's nonsense. My daughter is a t

ing for your opinion, D

d opens it. He throws another

es through its content.

s to your personal associates," I reply. "And documents showing inflat

reddens. "Tha

itness statements corroborating these findings. You've

e. That'

r words against the media, David. Your reputa

and time ticks, tension hovering i

he can, but he soon ga

r disagrees and loses more than just

let, sagging his shoulde

and extend my hand to him. "Yo

iefly before he rises

d I say, "We have