Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 167

Seeing her frustration, Julian didn't push. "Fine, leave it to me. I'll get in touch with her." He was genuinely curious to see what kind of woman this impossible VP was.

"Really?" Vivienne was more than happy to dump the problem in his lap.

"Really," Julian assured her. "I said I'd handle it, and I will."

"You're the best, Julian," Vivienne cooed, throwing her arms around him.

Julian stiffened. He didn't know when it had happened, but recently, he found himself pulling away from her touch. He awkwardly patted her shoulder. "Alright, we're almost at the office. Sit up."

Back at the Sinclair Group, as soon as Clarence got off the phone with Vivienne, he called Willow to confirm the message had been delivered.

He had been working with Willow long enough to understand her uncompromising standards. He hated being the messenger, but ignoring her directives would only end in disaster.

When the call came through, Willow was deep in project files. She simply replied, "Got it," and hung up.

Her demand for revisions wasn't a petty vendetta. The Sinclair Group's timeline was fundamentally flawed. Willow was fiercely objective, keeping a strict wall between her professional duties and personal life. If she wanted to ruin them, she never would have let them win the bid in the first place.

But she was human, and she couldn't deny a tiny flicker of satisfaction. Typically, a VP wouldn't scrutinize these proposals, leaving the grunt work to subordinates. But since Vivienne was so eager to flaunt her leadership on this project, Willow decided she owed it to her to give the paperwork her utmost, suffocating attention.

With that handled, Willow moved on to her other tasks.

She was deeply engrossed in her work, only pausing for a quick bite to eat. Before she knew it, the sky outside had turned pitch black.

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