Vivian's POV
Sitting quietly in my office, I stared at the photos on my laptop which the private investigator had sent to me. It was some photos of my uncle Winston and Sierra who were holding hands in a lounge.
Instead of confronting them, I carefully saved them in my drive and then used an anonymous email to forward them to Winston's wife, Lily, who managed the hotel's finance department.
Lily was a prideful and calculating woman who controlled her family's strings with an iron fist and while she didn't react to the email, I knew she was planning something while Sierra continued her affair with Winston.
The next morning, I stood by the logistics desk, reviewing the delayed shipment logs for our premium executive suites while Sierra was leaning against the counter and casual
