Before Cyrus left the CEO’s office, he dialed Vivienne’s number.

After two or three rings, the call was answered.

“Darling.”

Vivienne’s sweet, intelligent voice came through, and for some reason, Cyrus’s heart gave an involuntary jolt.

He pressed his lips together, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, reaching his eyes. “Where are you now? I’ll come pick you up.”

“Darling, I still need to discuss a few details with Mr. K ...