Raphael was pulled away by a phone call—work-related. It seemed that as soon as people heard he was being transferred back to headquarters, they couldn’t wait to cozy up to him. Since the caller was one of his father’s longtime subordinates, he exchanged a few polite words as a formality.
As soon as he hung up, a series of texts flooded in—from his younger brother, Damien. Raphael glanced down, already knowing what this was about.
"Bro, how was it? Bet she LOVED the flowers!"
"Red roses are too basic, so I picked pink Juliet roses for you—famous and special!"
"88 roses = ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me’ vibes. Solid move, right?"
Raphael wasn’t exactly an expert on roses. Last night, on the way home with Grace, he had wanted to do something to show sincerity, so he reached out to Damien
