Vivienne's POV
I didn't sleep again.
That was becoming a pattern and I wasn't sure whether to blame Charles d**k or Maya for starting it. Maya had delivered that information with the particular precision of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. No digital footprint. No records. No existence anywhere outside of a white shirt and a dark apron and a pen behind his left ear.
Like he had been assembled specifically for that restaurant and nowhere else.
I sat at my office desk the next morning with coffee I didn't touch and Lumière running perfectly around me the way it always did, my assistant moving quietly in the background, emails waiting, meetings scheduled, the billion dollar machinery of everything I had built operating without a single fault.
My mind was entirely somewhere el
