Vivian's POV
The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual and prepared to leave for work. I didn't ask him about the headlines, neither did I act concerned. I simply dressed up quietly and left the house without informing Zayn. Shortly after, I lost track of time as I got lost in work.
By mid-morning, when I heard a knock and the door to my office finally opened, I looked up, expecting to see Howard with some news about our secret recruitment, but instead, Waylon Vance walked in.
He looked unusually disheveled with his shoulders tensed as he glanced back, like as if he was expecting someone to pounce on him.
"Vivian—sorry, Mrs. Harris," Waylon began quickly as he walked to my desk and pulled out a chair. "I need to talk to you before Zayn bites my head off. You saw the ente
