Despite relying entirely on copy-pasting, the project files were still overwhelmingly complex for Vivienne. She waited until the final possible moment before forwarding the documents to Clarence Vance.
After hitting send, she added a sharp warning over the phone. "These documents are absolutely flawless. If we don't win this bid in the end, I'll hold you personally responsible."
Clarence was slightly taken aback by her arrogance, but his own unwavering confidence quickly smoothed it over. He offered a steadfast guarantee. "Don't you worry, Ms. Sinclair. This project is practically yours already."
Satisfied, Vivienne ended the call and packed up to head home.
That evening, it was just her and Toby in the house. Earlier that afternoon, Julian had mentioned that Genevieve wanted them all back at the family estate for dinner, but Vivienne had quickly fabricated an excuse to get out of it.
Genevieve had never liked her. Vivienne had always known this, so she made it a point to avoid family gatherings whenever possible. As for Toby, he hated going to the estate even more.
When Vivienne arrived home, she was surprised to find Susannah Sinclair already there, playing with Toby. Susannah had brought a mountain of new toys, and the two of them were testing them out one by one. Toby was thrilled, happily calling out to his Nana.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" Vivienne asked, genuinely surprised.
Susannah cut straight to the chase. "I heard Willow resigned. Is it true?"
"Yeah, she left last week. It's been about seven days," Vivienne said dismissively.
"Are you absolutely certain?" Susannah still harbored doubts. She couldn't fathom a world where Willow would willingly walk away. She knew exactly how deeply that girl loved Julian. There was nothing Willow wouldn't endure to protect her marriage, yet now she had voluntarily stepped down? It felt like a trap.
"It's true. She signed the resignation papers and packed her things out of the office."



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