Roman received a call from Flora for the first time in a very long time.
He was in an important meeting, of which she was more or less aware. He knew she wouldn’t call him unless it was urgent – she knew better than to call for something trivial.
He had yet to hear what she had to say. And yet, he was already frowning ever so slightly.
He was Roman Bianchi, and he didn’t know fear, but something about this call upset him in more ways than one.
“Speak,” he ordered.
“It’s Rose,” she let out in a panicked tone of voice, which was so unlike her, he feared for the worst. “She passed out, and won’t wake up. I don’t know what to do.”
“On my way,” he told her briskly, rising to his feet without delay.
A curt nod at Stefan, and the latter was soon telling them, in a not so courteous t
