A fresh start awaited with the morning light, and Raegan braced herself to greet it with fresh energy.

With Jarrod now confined within the prison's walls, Nicole stepped up to lead, taking control of the company's helm. The energy initiative, once stagnant under Wesson's watch, now pulsed with new life, transformed yet invigorated.

Clearing Wesson's name would be a Herculean task unless Jarrod owned up to his actions. Even if the stain were expunged, it would be an uphill climb to restore the Lawrence Group to its former glory.

Nicole had let go of such dreams, recognizing Wesson's true aim to drive the energy industry toward the common good. By making strides in the energy field, she would, in essence, be honoring her father's vision.

That evening, as Nicole left the office Late, she was greeted by Roscoe's presence.

Roscoe was a vision in his khaki coat, capturing the attention of passersby at the entrance of the building.

Nicole recalled the time at the hospital when Roscoe, amid his residency, had caught the fancy of numerous nurses. Yet, he had always kept his distance, unknowingly breaking hearts along the way.

The sunset threw a soft glow over Roscoe, bathing him in a light that softened the edges of the day.

Watching Roscoe, Nicole's mind danced with thoughts that were almost lyrical in their nature. "He moves with a grace and finesse that echo a masterpiece, each gesture as if refined by the hands of an artist," she mused.

Approaching with a bright smile, Nicole asked, “What brings you here?"

Roscoe responded with a warm smile, "I've come to take you out for dinner."

“Dinner?” Nicole paused, not one to keep track of festive dates.

Suddenly, she realized the younger colleagues had hinted at special plans for the evening. “Is there some occasion?"

Roscoe offered a gentle reminder. "It's Valentine's Day. I was hoping we could enjoy dinner together, rather than be alone."

A light of comprehension dawned on Nicole. "Ah, now I understand."

Roscoe looked at her with a hopeful expression. “Are you free to join me tonight?"

"Yes, I can make it," Nicole responded.

As Nicole walked toward Roscoe's car, he courteously held the door for her, carefully ensuring she entered without a bump.

Seated inside was a bouquet of white roses, perfectly arranged and waiting.

Nicole gazed at them, visibly touched.