Viviana stood, staring at the sprawling building of Vizra Luxe. She'd been reluctant, but she'd come over to know what her father was thinking.
An account he'd frozen for almost two months now. Why was he giving the money she'd completely rejected back to her?
Stepping into the company, she walked over to the elevator, stepping in as the workers who'd come out bowed to her. The doors dinged open at the third floor and she stepped out, marching toward her father's office.
She knocked on the door.
"Come in." It was almost as if the man knew she was the one.
Pushing the door open, Viviana stepped in. She turned, and there he was, her father, seated at his desk in an imposing manner. The only out of put character about him was the stick of cigar hanging by the edge of his mouth.
He lifted his brown eyes, meeting her gaze.
"I was a bit worried you'd decide not to come."
"Is that why you transferred those funds into my account?" She asked. "Because you knew I would come?"
