Rosalynn stayed quiet for a beat. "Yeah, hope I didn't crash your little rendezvous with Miss Sunshine."

What a jab!

Brian arched a brow. “Babe, I dig that jealousy. Serve me up some more."

Rosalynn chuckled inside but kept her mouth zipped.

Worried she might read too much into it, Brian laid it out, dead serious. "Listen up, don't get it twisted. The chick who answered was Betsy, from PR. She was at the office last night when things got dicey. Some troublemakers tried to hit me with a chair. She was injured trying to protect me. I was just at the hospital visiting her and a few other injured employees."

He gave her the lowdown, keeping it short.

Meanwhile, Rosalynn, just wrapping up with Lyndon, strolled towards her pad.

Hearing his spiel, she quipped, “Ah, the damsel saving the man in distress. Are you feeling all mushy inside?"

Was his wife still jealous? Brian chuckled. “If I admit I was moved, do I get your punishment tonight?"

Rosalynn breezed into her building, laying it down cool. "Sure, do you think I'm some kind of ogre and not as gentle and considerate as the single ladies outside?"

Brian could tell today wasn't Rosalynn's best day.

He teased her, saying, "Hey, didn't you know I love hot- tempered women?"

Rosalynn playfully rolled her eyes. "Alright, enough chit-chat. I'm heading for the elevator."

Brian paused and narrowed his eyes.

“Wait, elevator? Where are you off to?"

“I'm back at Beauty Apartments in Wragos," Rosalynn replied.

Brian's eyes widened in surprise. "Back in Wragos? Is everything okay?"

Concern tinged his voice.

Rosalynn stepped into the elevator. “Just a little hiccup. Let's chat later, because there's a bad signal here."

She hung up, glancing at her reflection in the elevator mirror, adjusting her hair with a pout.