Vivienne's POV
The report was sitting on my desk when I arrived.
Not filed neatly in a folder. Not placed with the careful discretion my assistant applied to everything that passed through this office. It was spread across my desk the way Maya spread things when she wanted them to be impossible to ignore, in a wide deliberate fan of printed pages that covered everything underneath them including my morning schedule, my quarterly projections and the proposal I had been meaning to review since Thursday.
Maya herself was sitting in my chair.
Not the visitor's chair on the other side of the desk where guests and junior staff and the occasional board member sat when they came to see me. My chair. The one behind the desk. She had her legs crossed and her coffee in one hand and the particular
