Sitting in the car, fidgeting with her mobile, Aveline debated whether to call Alaric. He didn't need her to worry about him. But she just couldn't help it, especially after the silence he chose.
Her eyes landed on a lissom woman, wearing a bold but business fit, leaning against a car. A designer scarf around her neck and chunky glasses made it hard to identify her.
She looked away to grab her bag when it struck her.
'Vivienne Sinclair!?'
If she was here in the Laurent Industries parking lot to create another scene, Aveline swore she would throw her out herself.
She stepped out as Mike opened the door for her.
"Should we send her away?" Mike asked.
Aveline's eyes flicked to the security camera before saying, "No."
Vivienne reached them. Removing her sunglasses, she looked Aveline up and down, like always.
