Ruth's POV
The weekend sunlight poured through the voile curtains in my study, casting the room in warm golden light. I stretched, my fingers brushing against the edge of the desk where I'd been going over reports for hours. Just as I leaned back in my chair to relax, my phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, I saw Frank's name flash across it. A small smile tugged at my lips.
"Hello, Frank," I answered, cradling the phone against my ear.
"Well, well," Frank's teasing tone came through the line. "If it isn't the celebrated Miss R, gracing us mere mortals with her voice."
I laughed softly. "Oh, stop it, Frank. Don't make it sound like I've become some untouchable celebrity."
Untouchable? Never," he said, the tone teasing but warm. "But with all this buzz about the genius designer Miss R
