Chapter 050

"Have you sent it yet?" I asked Dyson over the phone.

"Yes, boss. They might be scrambling now to find out who sent those documents!" he replied from the other end.

"Good. He must be losing his mind right now, fearing someone knows what he's up to," I responded.

I hung up and refocused on my work.

"Ma'am, Mr. Santiago is requesting your availability for a meeting. What time would you prefer?" Pen, my assistant, inquired.

I smiled knowingly. He was quick to figure out it was me behind everything.

"Tell him 2 p.m. tomorrow," I instructed.

"Dyson! I need you at 2 p.m. tomorrow," I texted Dyson, now ignoring other messages on my phone.

Work matters with Pen were swiftly handled, but I avoided discussing personal issues unless absolutely necessary.

After finishing at the office, I visited the store. Later that night, I planned to go to the bar—a rare chance to visit my first love after many months.

Before the boutique, Raven and I had started the bar. It became popular among stude