The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Rose seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.

Gone were her monochromatic black and white ensembles, replaced by an array of colors that brightened her aura even in the winter chill. Her face was adorned with a cheerful smile that was as refreshing as the crisp morning air.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She was like a new person. No longer was she the one who would meet Rosalynn with a scowl, brimming with silent grievances.

"Did you come straight to the office after your flight landed?" Rosalynn inquired.

Rose strolled up beside her. Side by side, they walked forward.

"Yeah, I dropped off my bags and came straight here. No point lounging at home with nothing to do!" Rose chirped with enthusiasm. "I sold my Munich apartment this trip. I'm thinking about buying a place here in H City. Ms. Tesdal, do you have any neighborhoods in mind that you could recommend?"d2

"That's a tough one," Rosalynn chuckled, shaking her head. "You should ask Sean; he's got a real knack for real estate investments."

"Good idea!" Rose nodded. "What brings you in so late today?"

"Slept in," Rosalynn admitted with a hint of exasperation. "Since I ran into you, why don't you join me for the meeting with the marketing department?"

"Really? I can join?" Surprise and delight sparkled in Rose's eyes.

"Of course, you're my assistant."

Felix stood by, watching their interaction as if in a dream.

Ms. Jared had her suspicions about Rose before. But then there was the cashmere scarf. Felix had handed it to Molly for toxicology testing, and it came back clean. Moreover, Molly had commented on the high quality of the cashmere.

The meeting that followed gave Rosalynn a headache. The marketing and planning departments were at loggerheads, their respective heads bickering incessantly.

Sitting between the two bellowing men, Rosalynn felt her ears might start aching from their shrill voices.

Just as the argument reached its boiling point and Rosalynn's patience was wearing thin, Rose spoke up.

"Gentlemen, please, let's take a moment to cool down. You're both aiming for what's best for the company..."

Her voice was soft and calming as she positioned herself between the two irate directors, slowly and methodically trying to diffuse the tension.

Rosalynn watched from her seat, resting her chin on her hand, observing Rose's gentle mediation.

Munich must have worked some serious magic...

Ten minutes later, the two adversaries, who had been at each other's throats, sat back down, visibly more composed.

"How about this? I'll draft a compromise proposal today for both of you. If it works, it'll save everyone a lot of trouble," Rose continued. Then, as if suddenly unsure, she turned to Rosalynn with a timid glance, "Ms. Tesdal, would that be okay?"

"Of course." Rosalynn raised her hand slightly, signaling Rose to proceed.

Rose beamed with joy and turned to the two directors for their consent.

The root of their argument had been a professional mishap that occurred on a rather ambiguous point - it could be blamed on the marketing department or the planning department.

Their heated exchange was driven by the end-of-year evaluations; everyone was jockeying for position and nobody wanted to be saddled with the blame.

Now that the president's assistant was willing to take on this hot potato, they were more than happy to agree, albeit with some reluctance.

"Alright, let's leave it at that," Rosalynn said as she stood up, clearly relieved.

Handling the politics with her subordinates was the thing Rosalynn dreaded most - one wrong step and you could be accused of favoritism. Exiting the conference room, Rosalynn glanced at Rose.

"Think you can handle it?"

Rose looked back at Rosalynn, her cheeks flushed with determination, and nodded firmly, "I can!"

"Sort this out, and I'll put you in charge of a new project team," Rosalynn declared before striding away confidently.

Hearing Rosalynn's words, Rose remained standing, rooted to the spot.