Cyrus's expression had been grim as a thundercloud.

She had trusted this young man, to a fault!

The thought darkened his face, but Vivienne was too absorbed in her tasks to notice it.

There was a shift in the atmosphere that had turned the top-floor office into a pressure cooker.

Their conversation ended on a sour note, and throughout the day, Cyrus and Vivienne avoided each other like ships passing in the night.

That evening, Vivienne returned home to find ...