Playing both sides?

Third person's POV

Later in the evening, after work;

Rose sat rigidly on the sofa, still dressed in the outfit she had worn to work. She hadn't bothered to change, her mind too occupied with the events of the day.

The encounter with Drake Moore played on repeat in her thoughts, along with Warren's calculated moves that had orchestrated it all.

She looked blankly at the wall ahead even though her mind was boiling with rage.

Thomas entered the living room and paused when he noticed her tense posture.

"Hey, Rose. You okay?" he asked cautiously.

"Yeah..." Rose didn't turn to look at him as she replied.

"You don't look fine. Do you need anything? Can I get you something? Water? Tea?" Thomas ventured.

"No, thanks," Rose replied curtly.

Thomas lingered uncertainly.

"It's getting late. Are you waiting for something?"

"Someone," Rose corrected him.