Vivian's POV:
By Wednesday morning, the fever had finally surrendered, leaving behind only a faint lingering weakness that a double shot of espresso easily conquered. Staying in bed for another hour was out of the question. The anxiety of being away from my desk had reached a fever pitch, and the familiar, towering glass facade of Aurora felt like a beacon of order as we pulled into the underground garage.
The moment we stepped out of the executive elevator, the quiet intimacy of Tuscany and the soft sanctuary of our bedroom dissolved completely.
Yet, as I walked through the main floor toward my corner office, a subtle prickle of unease settled between my shoulder blades.
It was nothing tangible at first. The floor was buzzing with its usual corporate energy—phones chiming, low murmu
