Vivienne POV

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I woke up slow, the sheets cool against my skin, no alarm screaming in my ear. For the first time in years, I didn’t jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom. I just lay there, then finally dragged myself up, took a long shower, and let the hot water run until my fingers pruned. No makeup, no heels, no subway crush. Just me, standing in a towel, staring at the mirror like I didn’t know who I was without a badge and a deadline.

Damon had fired me. Just like that. One ...