Vivian walked over with two glasses of wine and stopped right in front of Amelia.
Amelia glanced at the drinks in her hands and instantly got a bad feeling. Her temples started to throb.
Sure enough, Vivian handed her one of the glasses with a soft voice, "Miss Clarke, I want to apologize for dragging the project because of my mistake. I might've also caused some unnecessary misunderstandings, and I really am sorry."
Amelia looked down at the wine, then raised her eyes, meeting Vivian's gaze. "No need to apologize. Stuff like this happens at work. As long as we can talk things out, that's what matters. I'll pass on the drink though—I haven't been feeling great lately."
She didn't take the glass and tried to move past.
But Vivian stepped right in her way. "Is it that you ca
