Vivian's POV
The moment I stepped out of the elevator into the executive wing, I could practically feel the tension in the air but I tried to keep my panic down.
"Ah, there she is! The woman of the hour!"
My uncle Winston's voice boomed loudly before I even reached his desk. He walked out of his office, his face flushed with a mixture of rage and twisted triumph as he held a tablet in his hand, shaking it at me angrily.
"Do you have any idea what you have done, Vivian?" Winston roared, completely uncaring that several low-level employees were watching. "Caleb Taylor checked into our premier presidential suite and demanded an important document from HR. You failed to deliver it, you neglected an important client, and now his entire trashy personal life has blown up right in ou
