~Vivian~
Nathan's Bentley purred through the streets, and his energy filled the car like too much cologne - suffocating and impossible to ignore. He'd been talking non-stop since we'd left the gallery, his hands gesturing wildly as he drove, reliving his triumph with the Morrison deal.
"Did you see Morrison's face when I mentioned the quarterly projections?" He laughed, that sharp bark that meant someone else had lost and he'd won. "He thought he had me backed into a corner with his terms, but I flipped it. Twenty-two percent over three years instead of his proposed fifteen. The old bastard never saw it coming."
His words felt like noise to my ear. I looked out of the window, watching the city speed by me, my mind still fixed on other things.
"And that writing they had on the wall - 'A
