Adrian
Vivian walked into my office like she owned it — chin high, lips curved in that controlled little smile she wears when she thinks she’s about to win something, closing the door behind her with a soft click
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said.
“You are,” I replied, still signing the document in front of me.
Silence stretched between us.
She didn’t sit and I didn't invite her to, hopefully she was here for real business, but the smug look on her face tells me otherwise
I finished what I was doing before I finally focused on her, she looked pleased with herself. Almost glowing.
“What do you want, Vivian?”
She walked forward slowly and took the seat opposite me “I think,” she said lightly, crossing her legs, “it’s time we stopped pretending.”
I leaned back in my chair twir
