“OH.”
That caught Violet’s attention. From the magazine, she turned to Vivian, whose eyes were glued to the screen of the laptop.
The woman was still clad in pajamas. Her hair was still in a mess.
It was after eight in the morning when she knocked on the woman’s door. The only consolation was that she brought Vivian’s favorite milkshake, which was seated beside her right hand. The only reason she was entertained in these early hours.
Vivian was the daughter of Keena and Tatiana Wesley-Alexander of the Omitaa Pack.
Violet asked for the woman’s help, as she was quite skilled with the computer, to say the least. Vivian was the prodigy of Tatiana, one of the women behind Security First.
“Do you know this guy?” She asked after sipping from the cold drink.
“No. It was the reason why I
