{Rosy's place}
Rosy sank into the couch in her living room, holding a glass of juice. Her body felt heavy, worn out after hours of signing files and sitting through endless meetings.
She was wearing a tiny crop singlet and a bum shorts, and she looked too drained to care about anything at the moment.
Her phone buzzed, a reminder notification, she opened it—A text from Thalia.
"Hey b***h!"
Rosy snorted, she replied back —"Hey."
She had forgotten to reply earlier, she’d been busy in a tense online meeting with one of her biggest clients.
The sudden, violent press of the doorbell tore through the silence.
“Ding-ding-ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.”
“What the hell?” Rosy muttered angrily.
Thalia had been right, she needed staff in the house, security men espec
