At Obsidian,
With frowns creasing her forehead, Vivienne stormed inside Obsidian without understanding why the CEO would call her back when she had been there just a few hours ago.
As soon as she saw one of the managers, she growled at them, "Do I look like I sit jobless all day long? You can't just call me up anytime you like and demand I come here."
The manager simply pointed toward a hallway. "This way, please..."
Vivienne gritted her teeth and clicked down the corridor on her high heels. Even if she was going to lose her membership, she wasn't going to let them treat her without respect.
The manager called out when she walked past a room. "Ms. Sinclair, enter here."
She spun around and barged into the room without knocking. "How dare…"
Her voice stuck in her throat when her eyes landed on Alaric. She instinctively glanced behind her, as if searching for an escape route, but the door shut behind her with a soft click.
