Vivian's POV:
There was a mountain of urgent work waiting for me back in London, pressing against the back of my mind like a low, incessant hum. After those few days in Tuscany, every instinct I possessed screamed at me to get back to the office, to review the post-collaboration metrics, and to regain my grip on Aurora’s daily operations. But the universe had other plans.
The rain-soaked evening in the French countryside and the late-night air in the Tuscan hills had caught up with both of us. By the time we crossed the threshold of our penthouse, a heavy, bone-deep exhaustion had settled into my limbs, quickly escalating into a high, burning fever.
We spent our first day back completely incapacitated. The formidable CEO of Aurora and her incredibly efficient executive assistant were re
