Vivian's POV
The following afternoon, we were at a lounge in the Azure Group headquarters, which was remarkably quiet. Zayn sat across from me, his long legs crossed as he watched me with that unreadable, intense gaze of his that made me squirm in my seat.
Beside him sat Waylon Vance, a renowned hospitality mogul and one of Zayn's few trusted inner-circle friends. Waylon had been so generous that he spent the last two hours going through the internal structure of the Starry Hotel with me, pointing out every hidden trap my uncle Winston had laid out.
"If Winston buried you in HR, Vivian, he did it because he thinks it's worthless," Waylon said, tapping a finger at the blueprint on the table. "But HR is where the skeletons are and if you want to assert true authority, you don't st
