Andera's pov.
Rosa is waiting for me when I walk into my office, holding two cups of coffee in her hand. Her expression mirrors that of my employees, who glance up from their workstations with surprise etched on their faces.
In the five months since our company launched, I've never been late. But today, I had to tackle mommy duties, sorting out issues with my two little angels, one of whom is now aspiring to be a model. A warm smile spreads across my face.
When I was Tiffany's age, I couldn't dare dream of another thing beyond my daily routine. Pa Eugene, though very well-intentioned, and a good guardian,
he was always strict and had every second of my life planned, leaving no room to play or for friends.
I was meant to go to school, come back home, study, and do the same thing aga
