Novel & Cerita Vivian's Table

Vivian was still getting ready when I finished. She had changed into a fresh set of clothes and her hair was tied back in a low ponytail. She glared at me briefly before heading downstairs with me following her closely. Vivian eyed the table warily, her stomach still clearly upset from the day before. "I don't know if I can eat," she said, hesitating. I raised an eyebrow. "You have to eat something. Unless you want me to feed you." Vivian's eyes flashed with annoyance. "I can feed myself, thank you very much."

“On the house. For old times—and because she deserves hazard pay for putting up with you.” “Thanks, Tony,” Vivian said brightly, accepting the food. I muttered, “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Maybe,” she said, smiling as we walked toward one of the tables. “But you’re kind of cute when you’re flustered, Evans.” We sat at one of the small metal tables outside. The air was cool, the kind that wakes you up just enough to remind you you’re alive. I unwrapped my burger slowly, but Vivian didn’t wait. She took one bite, and her eyes went wide.

I needed water, and I wanted a short break from being admired for a label. The kitchen smelled of toast and fresh coffee. A group sat at a table in there. Tina, Dawn, Zina, Ivy, and Lily. They had set their voices lower. The room felt smaller when people spoke in lists and careful tones. Vivian came in a moment after me. She said the garden table was free if they wanted to join. One table was empty because Sullivan's group had not arrived. Tina shook her head. "No. We will stay here." Her jaw was tight. I could tell she hoped to avoid attention.

Vivian's Pov The first thing I heard that morning was a man's calm but commanding voice. "Search again." "I don't believe she's just a business associate." My heart skipped. Was he talking about me? Still unable to open my eyes, I listened carefully. Alexander's assistant returned a few minutes later with a tablet. "Sir, I found something." "What is it?" "There are old photographs of Mr. David Blackstone and Vivian pretty close to each other."

With reluctance, the staff involved with the surprise packages filed out, and before long the crowd of people also dispersed, leaving just two of us in the room. I turned back to the young lady who was up and fully dressed at this point. "What is your name?" I asked. "Vivian." She answered. "Alright Vivian, listen and listen very well. I do not care whatever might have happened between us. It was never meant to be and that's it!" By now, I could see the tears flowing freely down her cheek. I raised the tone of my voice. "Hey, listen! I have no interest in this your crocodile tears. For all I know, you could have orchestrated all these. Now I need you to get out of my room, out of my life and

Vivian Shaw sat near the window, dressed in a sleek black outfit, her hair arranged perfectly, her expression calm as she lifted a glass of water to her lips. She looked nothing like a woman running from consequences. She looked like someone waiting to set a trap. Adrian walked straight to her table. Vivian looked up slowly. “Hello, Adrian,” she greeted, smiling faintly. He did not sit. He stared down at her, anger already rising again. “Why here?” Vivian tilted her head. “It’s a restaurant. People eat here.” “Don’t play games with me.” Her smile widened slightly. Adrian leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous.

Vivian said as she rose from her chair. "No...," Daniel tried to protest, but she was already making her way over there. He rose from his seat and followed her. Dorian and Eva were already deep in a conversation when they heard someone saying hi to them. They both looked up to find Vivian standing by their table. The smile on Eva's face became less evident, while Vivian smiled from ear to ear. Soon Daniel joined her. "Hi, you two," Dorian greeted with a smile. "Good evening Mr. Rhodes," Daniel extended his hand for Dorian to shake, which he did after standing.

Grace suddenly grabbed me, her eyes red with rage. "You did this on purpose. You sent Xavier to that operating table, didn't you? You're a murderer!" I shook her off and sneered. "Grace, you really are good at framing people." So, I swiftly pulled out my phone and played another crucial video to everyone. The footage came from a portable camera set up by the family of the patient in the neighboring bed. The recording clearly showed Xavier walking past the room and noticing Leo's stuffed toy left on the bed. He had a curious glint in his eye, clearly interested in the toy. So, he picked it up and started playing with it.

“Good. Because you wouldn’t win.” This time, I stepped lightly on his foot. His only reaction was one raised eyebrow, but he did quiet down. Vivian set her purse on the table like she was afraid to place it anywhere. She smoothed her dress, inhaled, and then spoke carefully. “I know you probably don’t want me here.” “That’s not probably,” Roman muttered. “That’s definitely.” I shot him a look. “Roman.” “What?” he said, pretending he was innocent. “Just clarifying.”

She couldn't hide the fear that was coiling in her chest. She took a slow breath. Then she walked to the dining room. --- The dining room was vast and dimly lit. A long table stretched across the room, its surface polished to a mirror shine. Candles flickered in silver holders. A single place setting waited at one end. Damian sat at the head of the table. He was dressed in a dark suit, his silver-gray hair swept back from his face. He looked up as Vivian entered. "Ah. Sarah." He gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit."