Vivienne snoozed away until the next morning, waking up in a daze, feeling like she'd been hit by a truck.

Cyrus had already split, leaving just a woman to look after her.

"Ms. Meyer, you're awake. I'm the bodyguard Mr. Sinclair hired for you, and I'll be your caretaker for the next few days," the woman said, her face as expressionless as a mannequin's.

"Thanks a bunch," Vivienne replied with a weak smile.

"By the way, what's your name? And where did Cyrus take off ...