Vivian didn't reply but the glare she gave Wade made his mouth snap shut mid-syllable.
After that, She simply dismissed him, the way one dismisses a notification on a phone screen, and turned back to Stan.
"I'm free the day after tomorrow," she said. Her voice had recovered its professional composure, but the faint color in her cheeks hadn't fully faded. "I'll make myself useful. To you and to Star Entertainment Company. Whatever you need."
"Good," Stan said, and nodded once.
[Vivian Reeves: Favorability 20]
From negative fifteen to twenty in the span of forty-eight hours. Not bad for a woman who had been trying to get on his nerves for days now.
Vivian gave a final, small bow, turned on her heel, and walked out of the cafeteria with the composed stride of a woman who had just survived the most humiliating and confusing morning of her life and was determined to look dignified doing it.
