"I'm alright. What's your plan now? Doreen certainly dangled a lucrative opportunity in front of you!"

Resting on the couch, Keegan sighed.

"I made it clear to her. Personal matters and work don't mix."

Rosalynn, with twinkling eyes, teased him, “Why don't you appease her for now? Get her family's business first. The most you'll lose is a bit of your dignity. You're a man after all; you won't be at a disadvantage!"

Amused by her suggestion, Keegan retorted, “Rosalynn, cut me some slack, will you? I'm a man of principles and self-respect."

"I'm sorry," Rosalynn said, her laughter echoing through the room.

Keegan's eyes met hers.

“Rosalynn, the office is likely buzzing with our alleged relationship. Do you want me to clear the air?"

Rosalynn brushed off his concern.

“Don't bother. I couldn't care less about what people say.”

Seeing her unfazed, Keegan nodded.

"Alright, as long as Brian isn't bothered.”

“As you put it, he should be pleasing you, not the other way around.

Even if he is bothered, he'll have to suppress it," 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.

“What's up?"

"Just come down first. Or should I come upstairs to fetch you?" Barlow probed.

“I'LL come down," 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, “What's your game?"