At the other end of Smoak Island, beyond all the recreational buildings and the residential buildings, were large business blocks. These were the administrative buildings, the ones where the middle management worked. In one of those buildings, on the top floor and in the only open office on the floor, Sylvia stood up and started walking.
Sylvia paced around in her office, her brows furrowed, her eyes contemplative. Externally, she schooled her expression into a cool calm facade, but internally, she was pissed. Her brother, Marcus, had not informed her that he was going to bring Vivian over to the island.
“There is something that is not right with their relationship,” Sylvia thought, her steps growing progressively faster, “Something Marcus is not telling me.”
“Wow, who pissed you off
