Vivi’s POV

I sat across the polished dining table, the familiar scent of rosemary chicken and roasted vegetables filling the air. The crystal chandelier above us gleamed, casting a soft glow across the room, but none of it could make the tension dissipate. Not when my father’s piercing eyes were fixed on me, assessing, questioning.

"You still haven’t started your internship, Vivi." His voice, deep and commanding, broke the quiet hum of the room. I could feel the pressure ...