Chapter Fourty Two

Damian

I entered my office, irritation replacing my earlier good mood. I stared hard at Rosie, who stood to the side. “I do not appreciate this intrusion,” i said crisply. “There was no call, no warning, no permission asked to come out here.”

Rosie's face paled and her eyes widened.

“This is my private living area, and as such, you do not have free rein as you do in my business settings. Are we understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she said stiffly.

“Now, what was so important that it didn’t warrant a phone call?” I demanded.

“I have discovered that another design was stolen,” she said softly.

“What?” Curses spilled from my lips, and it took a moment for me to realize I was speaking to myself, and Rose didn’t understand a word of it. I shook my head and put both hands down on my desk. “What design? Tell me everything.”

Her expression hardened. “It is an older one, a design you discarded. It was the original plan for the Rio de Janeiro hotel. But still, she must have sold it to Marcelli wit