Rosette's POV
The morning after the elevator incident, Andrew summoned me to his office before I could even settle at my desk.
I walked in with my shoulders squared, determined to maintain some semblance of control. He was standing by the windows, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the untouchable billionaire CEO.
“Close the door,” he said calmly.
I did, then crossed my arms. “If this is about yesterday—”
“It is,” he interrupted, turning to face me. His gray eyes were steady and commanding. “New rules for our working relationship, Rosette. And this time, you will follow them.”
I lifted my chin. “I’m listening.”
“First: No dating colleagues. No lunches, no flirtations, no private conversations with Marcus or anyone else. Second: Any late nights required for the campaign will be
