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    From the twenty-second floor of the CEO’s office, the city sprawled out in a hazy blur, its details swallowed by the distance. Yet, amidst the indistinctndscape, one sight stood out to Katelyn—an expansive field of red roses below. Beside them, a gigantic LED screen shed with a message so bold it seemed to leap off the screen: “Katelyn, I love you!” The letters,rge and unmistakable, were clearly meant to be seen from far above.


    Katelyn’s mind raced with questions. What on earth was this borate disy of flowers and the ring message all about? The man on the phone had mentioned they had crossed paths just yesterday. Aside from Lise and Neil, the only other person she’d recently dealt with was the fool who had ended up in the hospital after Vincent had broken his wrist. Could he be behind this grand gesture?


    Katelyn’s face darkened, her teeth clenched as she addressed the person on the phone. “Did you have anything to do with setting up all this downstairs?”


    Rond, basking in his own satisfaction, leaned back with a smug grin. “Absolutely! I know a grand gesture is every woman’s dream. What do you think? I had over ten thousand roses delivered just for you. Even from up here, they’re impossible to miss.”


    Katelyn shut her eyes tightly, her face a mask of frustration. She didn’t need to see Rond’s face to imagine the annoying, self-satisfied smirk he was surely wearing. In that moment, she regretted not being tougher on him the day before. She wished she had left him nursing injuries for a while.


    “Were you the one who ended up in the hospital yesterday?” she asked.<fn1400> For more chapters visit Find[F]ovel</fn1400>


    “That’s me! Rond Bernard, in the flesh.” Rond leaned back further, crossing his legs and letting them swing as he shed a confident smile. “Even though you gave me a rough time yesterday, I don’t hold grudges against beautiful women. Juste downstairs, take the flowers, and we’ll call it even.”


    Katelyn’s fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles turning white as she nearly crushed it in her grip. Her voice, barely contained, sliced through the silence. “You have…”


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    “Ten minutes to clear that mess, or I’ll make sure you’re out ofmission for three months.”


    Rond’s reply was swift and indignant. “How can you call them a mess? Do you know how much work I put into gathering all those flowers? I’m being generous here. Shouldn’t you be the one making amends for what you did?”


    It was Rond’s first attempt at winning a woman’s favor with flowers, convinced that this grand gesture would be foolproof. Typically, a flirtatious smile or a wink was all it took for women to fall for him. He was certain no woman could resist such a romantic disy. Even if Katelyn was different, surely she wouldn’t reject a public gesture of affection.


    Caught up in his own fantasy, Rond ignored the seriousness of Katelyn’s threat, misinterpreting her anger as shyness. Her voice turned cold once again. “You have exactly ten minutes. The time starts now.”


    She cut the call abruptly, not waiting for his reply. Katelyn sank back into her chair, rubbing her temples in frustration. After yesterday’s events, she had assumed Rond came from money and would see through her bluff. She had expected some sort of retaliation, but this was beyond anything she had imagined. If this was his idea of payback, it left herpletely stunned.


    At that moment, the office door creaked open. Vincent walked in, returning from a meeting. Already, Rond’s over-the-top stunt had be the office’stest gossip. Vincent set a folder on the table and studied Katelyn’s troubled expression.


    “I’ve already sent Samuel to take care of it,” he said, his tone rxed.


    Katelyn released a weary sigh, her frustration palpable. “I’m just afraid he’ll retaliate with something even more outrageous.”


    She could handle a direct confrontation, but Rond’s odd and irritating antics were another matter. She dreaded that the sea of roses might be just the beginning.


    Vincent, mildly entertained by her frustration, took a seat and slid a file toward her.


    “I looked into this guy. He’s recently returned from abroad and is known for his love of fine food, drink, women, and gambling.”


    Katelyn nced out the window. The roses still covered the ground, but Samuel and the security team were already on site, beginning to clear away the mess.


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