"How did you know all of that?" Christopher's voice cut through the quiet like a knife—low, demanding, and just a little too sharp. "You’re supposed to be an intern in a hospital, Vivian. Not someone who just walked in and saved a billion-dollar deal. So, tell me—how?”
The words made her sit straighter, her stomach tightening. His tone wasn’t cruel, but it was filled with a quiet authority that made her feel as though she were standing before a judge.
“I…” Vivian hesitated, her voice faltering. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. “It’s… a long story.”
“I’ve got time,” Christopher said smoothly, his eyes flicking to her again before returning to the road. “Start talking.”
Vivian let out a shaky breath, the weight of his attention pressing down on her. She stared down at her han
