Zayn's POV
For three days now, the silent war between me and Vivian had continued with no hope of ending because for some reason, I just couldn't let it go. Even now, during a business event, I sat in my suite, while sipping my wine as I had my ears peeled.
Through the audio feed, I heard Caleb Wilson's manipulative voice. Under the pretense of a logistics collaboration between the Starry Hotel and the Wilson Group, he had forced Vivian to attend a dinner.
"Come on, Vivian," Caleb's voice echoed through the speaker. "A successful negotiation requires a proper toast. You've barely touched your glass, and the board expects our logistics timeline to be well celebrated tonight so, drink up."
"I have already stated my limit for the evening and I think we can finalize the drafts wi
