All she had to do was sit back and wait for the good news.
Unfortunately, she had hit a massive, humiliating roadblock.
She couldn't understand a single thing about the project files Willow had handed over to her. Whether it was the intricate data analytics or the advanced project management algorithms, she was completely and utterly lost!
Originally, Vivienne had arrogantly assumed that whatever someone with Willow's background could handle, she could master effortlessly. But after actually diving into the material, Vivienne realized Willow had integrated some kind of cutting-edge methodology. No matter how many times Vivienne read through the documents, the concepts went right over her head.
If she couldn't understand it, she couldn't execute it. And if she couldn't execute it, the entire multi-million dollar project would grind to a halt.
But there was absolutely no way she could ask Julian for help. Doing so would be a direct admission of her own incompetence, shattering the facade she had so carefully constructed for him.
"Director Sinclair, what should we do now?" her assistant pressed, oblivious to the panic spiraling in her boss's head.
With nowhere else to direct her frustration, Vivienne exploded. "Stop nagging me! What is wrong with you? If you can't even get one person to walk into an office, what exactly am I paying you for?"
The assistant shrank back, terrified. "Should... should I try calling her again?"
"Forget it. If calling worked, she'd already be here," Vivienne snapped, slamming her laptop shut. "I'll go get her myself."
By the time she stepped out of her office and entered the main floor, Vivienne had seamlessly slipped her gentle, approachable mask back into place.
She had her assistant organize a round of premium coffees and pastries for the floor—making sure, of course, to conspicuously include a serving for Willow.
Willow kept her eyes glued to her monitor. She didn't spare them a single glance, entirely indifferent to whatever performance they were putting on.


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