VIVIAN POV
It was around 9am in the morning when the call of the Blackwood Family publicist’s call woke me up, I hesitated a little while but the I decided to pick up because it might be important.
I groggily reached for my phone, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Good morning, Miss Vivian," the voice on the other end said, firm and professional.
"Good morning, Mr. Robert," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I hope I didn't wake you," he said, his tone apologetic. "You are invited to the company, ma'am. There is a meeting among the board members, so without you we are incomplete."
I sat up in bed, my heart racing with anticipation. This could be it, the opportunity I had been waiting for.
"What time is the meeting?" I asked, trying to sound more alert.
"It's at 10 am, ma'
