"Do you need something?" Her tone was cold.
"I want to meet you. There's something I need to talk to you about," Cyril said, his voice low and carrying a hint of drunkenness.
Viviane was silent for a moment. She glanced at Zeth, who was cutting his steak.
"Sorry, I don't have time right now," she refused.
"Viviane, I know you don't like me, but this is really important. I hope you can give me a chance," Cyril said sincerely.
Viviane frowned slightly. She could tell there was something he wasn't saying.
"Fine. When and where?" She finally relented.
"Tomorrow night at eight. Same place." Cyril hung up immediately, as if afraid of hearing something unpleasant.
Viviane set her phone down, her expression darkening.
"What's wrong? You don't look happy." Zeth placed the freshly cut steak
