VIGGO POV
We left our women in my office and went to the dining area for breakfast. Normally, I stay in my office, which doubles as a break room for my staff, but today felt different.
“Everyone here seems very satisfied with their work. They play their roles well,” my father remarked as we passed by, greeted by the cheerful smiles of my employees.
“I’m the only employee with complaints, but we’ll save that for another time, Mr. Vieira. I have to get back to work,” Tyler said, excusing himself. Knowing him well, I recognized his attempt to give us some privacy.
I nodded at him, sharing a knowing smile. My father’s presence always had this way of making me feel both proud and uneasy. "Your fiancée is a charming woman, truly a beauty," my father began, and I braced myself for the inevita
