Rowan arrived sooner than she expected.
Cathie glanced at her watch. It was 10:15 a.m.
At least he wasn’t late.
She rose from her desk as he stepped into her office, her expression unreadable.
“I assume you know why you’re here,” she said coolly.
Rowan’s lips curved into the faintest smile, his gaze lingering just long enough to be unreadable.
“Of course,” he replied.
Their eyes held for a brief moment before she turned on her heel.
They left the office together, with Rose following closely behind.
The drive was long and quiet, the city giving way to an expansive, reserved reception complex.
As the car pulled to a smooth stop at the front of "The Aureline Pavilion”a reserved, privately owned reception estate known for hosting discreet, high-level meetings—Rose’s calm voice sounde
