Third Person's POV
Vivian was trembling with rage, her wolf clawing to break free.
But Connor's warning—that their family's business would go under if she crossed Mortimer again—echoed in her mind. She dug her nails into her thigh, forcing herself to swallow her anger.
When she spoke again, her voice had softened, tinged with wounded dignity and condescension. "Fine. I'm not going to argue with a receptionist like you. Mortimer personally called me just now and asked me to come. If you don't believe me, call upstairs and ask. Keep your CEO waiting any longer, and you might be in serious trouble."
She sounded so confident, yet so dramatically aggrieved, that the receptionist hesitated.
After all, everyone in the company knew how outrageously indulgent Mortimer had once been toward Vivi
