VIV’S POV
Whatever the f**k my father said that made me come here? It needs to be recorded and kept on a constant replay.
The crisp morning air carried a whisper of autumn as I stepped out of the towering office building, my heels clicking against the pavement.
The interview had gone smoothly—expected, considering my father had arranged this internship months ago. It was merely a formality, another move in his grand chess game.
But this particular firm had ties to Blackwood Corporation, which meant occasional visits to the empire that had once been my world.
I didn’t linger on that thought.
My phone buzzed just as I reached my car. The name flashing across the screen made my heart lurch.
Az. The investigator.
I exhaled sharply and tapped the message open: I have something. It’
