ROWANNE’S POV.
The next day, I stepped into my office, trying to steady myself after a restless night.
“Your coffee, Mrs Carter. Good morning,” Rita greeted as she placed a cup on my desk.
“Thank you, Rita. Have you had yours?” I asked, offering her a faint smile.
Rita grinned, raising her own cup for me to see. “Already handled, ma’am.”
I nodded, settling into my chair and powering up my computer. “Any documents I need to sign today?”
“None for now,” she replied, but then hesitated. Her tone shifted, curiosity laced in her voice. “Although, I heard something huge happened at Carter’s office last night.”
I sighed softly, already dreading the direction of this conversation. “Rita,” I called her name, a gentle warning, hoping to avoid anything related to the Carters. But before I coul
