Mia stared. “Like… physically?”Vivian opened the door.“Oh yes,” she said sweetly. “Straight into the nearest wall.”And she walked out, hair swinging, mood deadly.BLACKWOOD BOARDROOM – NEXT MORNINGVivian walked into the room like she owned it. Dark suit, sharp heels, and a look that warned everyone not to even breathe in her direction.The executives Mason, Turner, Reed, and the others stood up the moment she entered.Harrison Cole was already at the table.Tall, sharp jaw, navy suit, cold blue eyes. He didn’t look impressed. He didn’t even look interested.Good. Vivian hated men who folded too easily.He glanced at his watch, slow and deliberate “You’re three minutes late.”Vivian gave him a small smirk. “And yet, you’re still waiting for me. Interesting.”Mason and Turner exchanged quick looks, unsure if they should intervene.Harrison raised one eyebrow. “I don’t like my time being wasted.”Vivian pulled out her chair and sat down as if the whole room answered to her. “And I do
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