“You look like absolute hell.”
Natasha stood in the doorway of Vivian’s office, two coffees in hand, eyebrows raised nearly to her hairline. Her best friend looked immaculate as always—perfect makeup, perfect hair, designer blazer that probably cost more than Vivian’s monthly rent. Not a single strand out of place.
Vivian, on the other hand, had barely managed to shower and dress. Her hair was in a messy ponytail. Her makeup was minimal—just enough to cover the dark circles under her eyes. And she was pretty sure she’d put her blouse on inside out before catching the mistake at the last second.
“Thanks,” Vivian said dryly. “Good morning to you too.”
“Seriously, Viv.” Natasha walked in and kicked the door shut behind her—never a good sign when she wanted privacy this badly. She handed o
