Third Person's POV
Vivian paced back and forth anxiously inside the VIP restaurant room. She kept peeking out the window, as if the view from the forty-seventh floor could reassure her that the person she was waiting for had already arrived at the gate.
Her stomach felt twisted because of the news she was about to receive. She had asked for it to be sent by mail, but the man she was waiting for insisted, in a serious tone, that they needed to meet in person.
The sliding door opened just as Vivian lifted her glass of water to calm her nerves. Her eyes widened when a man stepped in, holding a folder in his hand.
"What took you so long? Where is it? Give it to me." Vivian stretched out her hand toward him.
The man was about to hand over the envelope, but he pulled it back and walked to the dining table instead, taking a seat.
"Danny!" Vivian yelped.
