Chapter 8

I ran down the stairs to the front parking, smiling broadly at the thought of seeing her in less than an hour. I chose to go with the black Mercedes Benz as I figured it was well deserving for the editor-in-chief’s arrival, but also not too flashy to attract unnecessary attention along the streets of New York.

Hardly had I opened the car door when I heard Jacque’s stern voice behind me.

“Excuse me Monsieur,”

“Yes?”

“There is someone on the phone for you”

“Hello?”

“Hi, Lucas honey!”

The enthusiasm on the other end was too much to bear for a sober mind.

“Vivian?” I could feel all the blood draining from my face.

“Yes, honey. The one and only. Did you miss me, my love?” she answered with a small whine in her voice.

“Why are you calling me at this hour?”

Laughs. “Oh, I am back in town and I just wanted to let you know that I am heading to the house in a few.”

“Which house?”

“Your house, of course, silly!” she said between laughs as if it was obvious to me.

Normally, I would