Rosa’s POV
I was in the office, still hung up on the call I had made last night. Everything about that call screamed suspicion.
The woman on the line had known my name and she recognized my voice because I hadn’t used my phone. And she had been unnecessarily rude and defensive.
My guts hadn’t been wrong/ Patra was up to something sketchy.
I tried to focus on the software design glowing on my screen, forcing myself back to work mode. I was finalising the Valis framework that morning. And quite honestly, I couldn’t wait to finish it. Once I was done with it, I hoped I could find another project to bury myself in. There were too many unpleasant memories tied to the Valis project.
When I thought I would be wrapping it up before break hour, Alex walked into my office, like a god. I had
