(Rosalie's POV)
For the first time in five years, I didn't wake up to a ringtone.
I slept until the sun was high enough to heat my duvet. There were no urgent emails, no coffee runs, and no Lucian Steel barking orders.
I celebrated my freedom by scrubbing my apartment from floor to ceiling. It felt like an exorcism. I threw out old receipts, polished the windows, and rearranged the furniture.
The rest of the week, I hid in the "Moon & Rose" studio with Sylvia. The smell of clay and turpentine was far better than the sterile scent of the Steel Tech executive office.
Peace, however, was fragile.
My phone buzzed on the workbench. It was Lynn.
*Lynn: Rosalie, you won't believe this. It hasn't even been forty-eight hours.*
She sent a barrage of texts. Lucian had transferred all my core
