Vivian's POV
I was in my office, with a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I traced my fingers over my phone case, which I was getting a bit too fond of since Zayn made us get it.
Before I could daydream any more, my phone lit up with a call and when I checked, it was Ms. Smith. With a small smile, I picked up and placed the phone to my ear.
"Ms. Smith, hello. I hope you are resting well after your retirement celebrations."
"Vivian, my dear," she greeted me in a calm voice. "I am doing wonderfully, thank you. Actually, our conversation yesterday left me feeling quite nostalgic, so I spent the evening digging through the old academic archives from your freshman year. And oh, my goodness, I stumbled across a piece of forgotten history that I simply had to call and
