Chapter 93: The Puppet
At Obsidian,
With frowns creasing her forehead, Vivienne stormed inside Obsidian without understanding why the CEO would call her back when she had been there just a few hours ago.
As soon as she saw one of the managers, she growled at them, "Do I look like I sit jobless all day long? You can’t just call me up anytime you like and demand I come here."
The manager simply pointed toward a hallway. "This way, please..."
Vivienne gritted her teeth and clicked down the corridor on her high heels. Even if she was going to lose her membership, she wasn’t going to let them treat her without respect.
The manager called out when she walked past a room. "Ms. Sinclair, enter here."
She spun around and barged into the room without knocking. "How dare..."
Her voice stuck in her throat when her eyes landed on Alaric. She instinctively glanced behind her, as if searching for an escape route, but the door shut behind her with a soft click.
When she looked back, she avoided Alaric’s intimidating gaze. She took in the spacious meeting room that could fit thirty members easily. The room was attached to a pantry with expensive cutlery neatly organized, and next to it was a bar counter designed to serve the self-obsessed chiefs of companies and heirs of reputed families.
When she met Ezra’s eyes, he pointed at a chair for her to sit. Swallowing her nervousness, she spat, "What now?" She remained standing, refusing to look at Alaric.
Ezra grabbed the iPad from the center table, and Vivienne scoffed. "Using the same old video to threaten me?"