Ruth’s POV
“Miss R? You’re the elusive world-renowned designer?” Frank’s brows shot up as he leaned forward, his voice thick with disbelief.
The room turned unnervingly silent. The weight of his question hung in the air like a storm cloud about to burst. All eyes locked on me, unspoken questions churning in their gazes. Even Frank, who’d never seemed fazed by anything, looked utterly floored.
I breathed in slowly, my fingers tightening on the armrest of the chair. "Yes," I finally said, my tone even and steady despite the turmoil churning in the pit of my stomach. "I am Miss R."
A fresh murmur of shock swept across the office. Whispers ran like the rustling of dry leaves or the sharp intakes of breath. Some team members froze mid-motion while others exchanged incredulous glances.
"Wai
