The Runaway Groom

Zachary remained restless as he returned to the hotel.

He and his employees would be going to Goldpool, an enclosed hotel built exclusively for people like Zachary with professional needs, tomorrow.

There was no telling what would happen within the next month, and he had made a gambit at the board meeting, betting everything on the enclosed management. Curiously, Vivian's seat was empty.

She should be there, but naturally no one in the company would dare to point that out since she was Zachary's personal assistant.

They would more or less show her respect.

Vivian, dressed full in back, strode through an alley before knocking on a certain door.

It opened, and she hurried inside.

"Vivian?"

The man before her had a slicked back hairstyle and was leaning against his reclining chair, staring at her sideways.

His assistant sat beside him, tapping on a tablet and doing something Vivian had no idea about.

did you ask

uncle. As he stared at Vivian, he

dear nephew's lover? Why

Industries, he had been subtly sabotaging Zachary's

him. "Surely you jest, Mr. Slate. I have no virtue to become Mr. Zachary's lover, and I'm just a humble worker making ends

was a pushover, but she at least had

now that Zachary kept

Her competence was average, and she was

you,

hard work had paid

smiled in return, and both of them could tell from each other's eyes that they were both scheming for different

Colin's assistant. "Sir, are you letting her go just

obvious

chuckled. "She

to our cause...

on her

days. Make sure

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

to clean the house after coaxing Star to sleep,