The rest of the day went by quietly but full of tension. Thankfully, Vincent didn’t share the right wing of his office floor with any other department, so Ariana didn’t have to pretend the whole day.
She spent the day being a secretary. Nothing more.
She arrived at meetings on time, submitted reports before deadlines, and responded to emails with her usual efficiency. When she was called into his office for a clearer explanation of her reports, she did so professionally.
Her usual smile was gone. The enthusiasm she had while talking to him had been replaced with a serious look. She didn’t bother asking about his needs and only did as he instructed.
“Your afternoon briefing has been sent to your email,” she said during one visit, placing the folder neatly on his desk.
Vincent glanced a
