Adrian
I walked past her, opening my office door, and she followed immediately, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
“I can’t believe your receptionist tried to stop me,” she complained as soon as the door shut behind us. “Since when do I need clearance to see you?”
I moved to my desk without reacting, taking my seat calmly.
“Since I hired her,” I replied evenly.
She huffed softly but didn’t press further.
I folded my hands on the desk. “Why are you here, Vivian?”
There was no warmth in my tone.
There rarely was.
Except with my Emily of course.
She adjusted her blazer before stepping forward.
“I came to discuss a proposal.”
Of course she did.
Vivian never visited without purpose.
She placed a document neatly in front of me, her manicured fingers lingering for a secon
