Vivian's POV
The next day, my mind was still reeling from the interrogation with Zayn about my new assistant and even though I still wasn't comfortable working with him, I knew there was nothing I could do so here we were, traveling together for a business trip.
We arrived at the venue in no time and after the cocktail reception, I spent hours shaking hands with senior board directors, but by the time the evening concluded, an agonizing pain suddenly flared in my stomach and it was so severe, I had to lean against the wall to stop me from losing my footing.
"Are you alright, Director?" Vincent asked, stepping closer to me with a look of concern. "You look pale."
"My stomach... I think I am reacting to something I drank," I gasped while pressing my hand tightly against my ribs
