Vivian exuded a chilling confidence as she struted into the office. Her posture was upright, her gait steady; she didn't give off even a flicker of the nervous energy one would expect from someone who had been captured and hauled onto enemy ground. It was the seasoned composure expected of a top-tier executive within a massive, organized criminal syndicate. She knew her value, and she knew how to play the part of the unshakeable tactician.
Without waiting for an invitation or a command, she pulled out the chair directly opposite Max and claimed it as her own. When her eyes met his, she didn't flinch. Instead, a small, knowing smile played across her lips.
