Vivian slipped in through the back, moving quietly, her scrubs pristine, her hair smooth, but her walk… oh, her walk.
Christopher saw it instantly.
That subtle hitch in her step.
The faint limp in her left leg.
She did it. The little brat actually did it.
His jaw tightened just slightly, only for a second before the corner of his mouth twitched into the barest smirk.
And then it was gone.
Buried under his professional mask as he turned back to the room.
Behind Vivian, Rita grabbed her hand and tugged her into the nearest chair.
“Girl, you look like you’ve just been exorcised,” Rita hissed under her breath, eyeing her from head to toe. “Is that a limp?!”
“Shut up,” Vivian whispered, cheeks flushed.
“You’re insane. If they ask, tell them you fell down a staircase or something.”
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