Think a title for:Rose
The day unfolded with a whirlwind of activity as Joseph and I met with prospective employees who arrived for interviews. We sat together, carefully considering each candidate, searching for the perfect fit to become my personal secretary. The room buzzed with anticipation, as one by one, individuals entered, showcasing their skills and qualifications. Joseph's expertise and discerning eye proved invaluable as we assessed their potential contributions to our reimagined agency.
As the hours ticked by, the sun gradually began its descent, casting a warm and golden glow over the office. Just as we were about to wrap up for the day, a burst of pure joy burst into the room in the form of Mark. His infectious laughter filled the air, bringing smiles to the faces of everyone present. His arrival was like a breath of fresh air to the boring business conversations, infusing the atmosphere with childlike wonder and excitement.
Mark came running and lunged on my lap, landing perfectly for a hug. Then he paused and looked at Joseph, “Dad!” he exclaimed with uncontained enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling with delight. “You're working with Rose? That's so cool!”
Joseph beamed with pride, his heart swelling at his son's excitement. “Yes, Mark,” he replied, ruffling Mark's hair playfully. “Rose and I are partners now, and we're going to work together for a long time. are you excited?”
He nodded. “Yes!” Mark's eyes widened with curiosity as he turned to me. “Hi, Rose! Are you going to be my dad's boss now?”
I couldn't help but chuckle at Mark's adorable innocence. “Well, Mark, your dad and I are going to work as a team. We'll support each other and help him make a lot of money.”
Mark nodded, his face glowing with pure happiness. “That's awesome! Hey, can we all go out to eat? My tummy is rumbling, and I want to share a meal with you both.”
Joseph and I exchanged a glance, and laughter bubbled up within us. Mark's infectious excitement and his honest desire for shared moments touched our hearts.
“Absolutely, Mark!” Joseph said, extending his hand to his son. “Let's go. Rose, would you like to join us?”
A radiant smile graced my face as I nodded eagerly. “I'd love to, Mark. Lead the way!”
And so, the three of us stepped out into the world, leaving behind the pressures of work and embracing the joyous moments that awaited us. Laughter echoed through the air as we walked hand in hand, sharing stories, and immersing ourselves in the simple pleasures of good company and delicious food. The evening was filled with animated conversations, playful banter, and heartfelt connections that only grew stronger with each passing moment.
In that magical evening, as we savored the flavors of togetherness, it became clear that our partnership extended beyond the confines of the office. We were not just colleagues or acquaintances; we had become a family bound by shared experiences, laughter, and a genuine love for one another. The world seemed brighter, more beautiful, and brimming with endless possibilities as we embraced the sheer happiness of being in each other's company.
After our delightful dinner, Mark drifted off to sleep in my arms, his tiny form nestled against me. The warmth of his presence and the sweet innocence that radiated from him were irresistible. I couldn't help but marvel at his cuteness, his love language of physical closeness filling my heart with joy.
As we made our way towards the exit of the restaurant, Joseph reached out, gently taking Mark from my embrace. “Here, let me carry him. You must be tired,” he offered with a tender smile.
Reluctantly, I relinquished my hold on Mark, but not without a pang of longing. I watched as Joseph cradled him in his arms, his fatherly instincts shining through. Mark stirred momentarily, sensing the transfer, before nestling back into the secure embrace of his father.
“It's okay,” I assured Joseph, my voice soft and filled with gratitude. Together, we walked towards the parking lot, the night air tinged with a sense of tranquility.
 
We settled into the car and Joseph took the wheel, Mark remained peacefully asleep in the back seat. The engine roared to life, but as luck would have it, the car suddenly malfunctioned and came to a halt. Frustration etched on Joseph's face, he got out to investigate the problem.
It took a minute but he came to inform me. “I think the battery is dead,” he spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
I couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry. “What are we going to do?” it was pretty late in the night and people don’t seem to travelling around this place as much.
Joseph reassured me, his eyes filled with determination. “Don't worry, I'll call for assistance. Just stay inside the car.”
Nodding in agreement, I watched as Joseph stepped away to make the necessary arrangements. The silence enveloped me but soon Mark’s little snores filled the air. But Joseph was nowhere to be seen. The anticipation of the unknown weighing on my mind. But Joseph's absence didn't last long as he settled back into the car beside me.
“I've called my driver he’ll be here soon.” Restlessness stirred within me, and Joseph's next words broke the silence, igniting a spark of curiosity. “Can I ask you something?”
With a slight nod, I encouraged him to continue, eager to share the truth that lay buried within my heart.
“Can I ask you what really happened between you and Richard?” he inquired, his eyes locked with mine. “I mean, I know he cheated on you, but why did the company, which should have been rightfully yours, end up in his hands? It used to be one of the prominent in its field, but right now, not so much.”
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, the memories of that painful past resurfacing. Seven years ago, felt like a lifetime ago, and yet the scars remained fresh, memories engraved in stone, a constant reminder of the betrayal I had endured.
“My father and Richard's father were lifelong friends,” I began, my voice tinged with a mix of sadness and frustration. “Richard and I practically grew up together. We were very close, always playing together. His family always treated me like their own. Mine treated him the same. They always envisioned a future where we would marry someday and their bond was transform into a familial bond. They were ecstatic when we started dating. Now, they just wanted for us to graduate so we can take our vows. They trusted him implicitly. But after my parents passed away, and the responsibility of the company fell on my young shoulders, everything changed.”
Joseph listened intently, his gaze never wavering.
“I was still underage at the time, and legally, the company was entrusted to them until I turned eighteen,” I continued. “They were meant to manage it on my behalf until I graduate and was capable of handling it, seeking my signature when necessary. But unbeknownst to me, they manipulated me into signing away all my assets, effectively handing everything over to Richard and his father.”
Joseph nodded, his expression one of empathy and understanding. “At least you discovered his true nature before entering into a permanent commitment with him.”
I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude for Joseph's compassionate response. “Yes, that's the one thing I'm thankful for after all the regret I've felt. “I admitted, my voice filled with a mix of relief and sadness. “But since then, I've struggled to trust anyone else. It's been seven long years, and though I've attempted to move on and meet new people, the scars run deep. I've never had the chance to piece myself back together. And every time I did, they would come right in front of my etching back everything that barely had any time to repair.” 
He rested his hands gently on my shoulders, “don’t worry, they won't hurt you anymore. You should forget them, so you move on.”
The vulnerability I shared with Joseph created an unspoken bond between us. I felt a growing sense of trust in him, as if he held the key to unlocking the shattered pieces of my heart. The surroundings seemed to fade into the background, the dimly lit car becoming a sanctuary where our conversation flowed with ease.