The ten days were up.
Rose finally had the pleasure to tell Roman Bianchi that morning in a confident drawl, “And my work here is done.”
He let out a noncommittal grunt, before saying, “The money will be in your account by 3 pm, this afternoon.”
“I appreciate it,” she nodded curtly at him.
Another grunt, and as always, he walked out on her without further ado. He left without so much as a goodbye, not that she expected anything of the sorts, even though her fragile heart had been hopeful.
Stefan was the one to see Rose out of the base, with the same red blindfold, insisting that it was necessary to keep their people safe. But seeing as Rose expected nothing less, she didn’t argue.
She had a lopsided smile on her face as the fresh breeze hit her face. Even though she had come fo
