"Oh!"
"Zina!"
Vivian Sterling, who had been sitting on the sofa glaring at her phone and silently cursing a certain someone, hurriedly scrambled to her feet when she noticed the woman approaching.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
"Vivian, what's going on?"
Zina walked toward her with an amused smile, having clearly heard everything from the doorway. "Despicable? Scoundrel? I heard every word."
"N-no..."
Vivian's expression immediately became awkward. "It's nothing."
She hurried over as though she could somehow erase the entire scene by pretending it hadn't happened, but Zina merely took her hand and guided her back toward the sofa. Once they were both seated, Zina looked at her curiously.
"Vivian, I thought I heard the name Marcus. Who is he?"
Marcus was unmistakably a man's name, and judging from Vivian's reaction, he was apparently a man capable of driving her to the point of openly cursing in her own office.
