Peter smiled brightly, glanced in the direction of the restroom, and lowered his voice, "No need for thanks. Just treat me to dinner alone sometime, to soothe my wounded soul."
Peter's tone was light and humorous as usual, seemingly unaffected by Adrian's presence.
But Vivian knew he was just trying to make things easier for her.
Even so, Vivian breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll treat you to a feast when I have time."
Peter continued to feign ease, his eyebrows dancing, "It's a deal. I'll wait for your project to be approved, and then I'll definitely cost you some money."
Vivian nodded. "No problem."
*****
Grace returned more than ten minutes later, muttering that Peter had given her the wrong room card.
"You just gave me your room card. I swiped it for ages, thinking it was demagne
