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 for me,

Vivian, he could not help licking his lips at

is there being my dear nephew's lover?

of Slate Industries, he had been subtly sabotaging Zachary's work

rejected him. "Surely you jest, Mr. Slate. I have no virtue to become Mr. Zachary's lover, and I'm just

Vivian was a pushover, but she at least

not surprising now that Zachary kept her

Her competence was average, and she was only transferred

can help you, woman,"

hard

both of them could tell from each other's eyes that

left, which puzzled Colin's assistant. "Sir, are you letting her

obvious she's

chuckled. "She

helpful to our

eye on her movements

days. Make sure she's not Zachary's

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

after coaxing Star to sleep, picking