The Runaway Groom

Vivian said, "Yes, Mr. Slate.”

As she turned, she glanced at the monitor, and then at Zachary, noting something off about his reaction.

One must understand that Vivian had been paying close attention to everything about Zachary ever since she took the role of his personal assistant.

Such is society: Once women meet a man with looks and money, they cannot help getting ideas—especially with a single father like Zachary. That was the case for Vivian, who was now obsessed with Zachary. Though she did not show it because she had yet to get a read on his temperament, she was wary since Zachary found himself a young babysitter.

She could not quite put her finger on what it was, and she might even be imagining it—Zachary might just be watching the woman, concerned that she was not taking care of his child.

She left, informing everyone about meeting in ten minutes and to be punctual.

It went as scheduled ten minutes later, with Zachary mostly speaking while the others only speaking when giving reports.

Afterwards, several ladies were whispering among each other at the lounge.

feel like Mr.

mean, he had to have lost sleep last

dark circles under his eyes

he's not getting proper sleep. I heard he has a baby, and you

going on here?" Vivian snapped coolly,

"Sorry, Ms. Crowe..."

Vivian pressed, throwing her weight around as Zachary's PA. "Stop running your mouths like it's your

help getting full of herself

transferred to his side, and she must

to power and would pull rank and lecture others just because she was Zachary's PA. Still, it was natural that she could do so because she spoke directly

I catch you gossiping and not talking about work,

out of turn. We'll go back to work right away," one of the ladies

it." Vivian stopped them right then. "Mr. Slate is your boss and deserves your

ladies traded glances, a tacit understanding forming just then. "Yes, yes, we'll be

to work,