Vivienne's POV
I went alone.
Charles was still at the counter when I picked up my bag. He looked at me and I looked at him and something passed between us that didn't need words. He nodded once. I left.
The drive to my mother's house took twenty minutes. I spent all twenty of them looking at the road and not thinking about anything specific and thinking about everything simultaneously the way your mind worked when it had received too much at once and hadn't found a way to organise it yet.
A Zillionaire.
The word moved through me on a loop.
Not a billionaire. Something beyond that. Something so far beyond that the word billionaire didn't reach it. A man whose name had been deliberately kept from every public record for years. A man who had read reports on my company and sent his COO a
