Before long, Keegan reentered the room.
A glance at Rosalynn was enough to direct her into his office.
Rosalynn, comprehending the unspoken instruction, made her way inside.
Keegan poured a cup of coffee for her, expressing his regret.
âI apologize, Rosalynn.
I should have never asked you to play my girlfriend.
I hadnât foreseen Doreen being so difficult.
â
Accepting the coffee, Rosalynn offered a comforting smile.
âIâm alright.
Whatâs your plan now? Doreen certainly dangled a lucrative opportunity in front of you!â
Resting on the couch, Keegan sighed.
âI made it clear to her.
Personal matters and work donât mix.
â
Rosalynn, with twinkling eyes, teased him, âWhy donât you appease her for now? Get her familyâs business first.
The most youâll lose is a bit of your dignity.
Youâre a man after all; you wonât be at a disadvantage!â
Amused by her suggestion, Keegan retorted, âRosalynn, cut me some slack, will you? Iâm a man of principles and self-respect.
â
âIâm sorry,â Rosalynn said, her laughter echoing through the room.
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Keeganâs eyes met hers.
âRosalynn, the office is likely buzzing with our alleged relationship.
Do you want me to clear the air?â
Rosalynn brushed off his concern.
âDonât bother.
I couldnât care less about what people say.
â
Seeing her unfazed, Keegan nodded.
âAlright, as long as Brian isnât bothered.
â
âAs you put it, he should be pleasing you, not the other way around.
Even if he is bothered, heâll have to suppress it,â Rosalynn quipped, causing Keegan to break into Laughter.
After a brief chat, Rosalynn returned to her work.
Noontime arrived, and so did a call from Barlow, instructing her to meet him downstairs.
Rosalynn frowned.
âWhatâs up?â
âJust come down first.
Or should I come upstairs to fetch you?â Barlow probed.
âIâLL come down,â Rosalynn responded, letting out a long sigh.
Leaving the studio, she took the elevator to the ground floor.
Barlow, casually leaning against a Luxury car parked by the roadside, sported sunglasses, a crisp white shirt, and black trousers
He exuded an air of relaxed nobility, holding a thermos in hand.
Approaching him, Rosalynn demanded, âWhatâs your game?â
Removing his sunglasses, Barlow extended the thermos to her.
âMy aunt made soup; she wanted me to deliver it to you.
â