"..."
"..."
"..."
The room went dead silent.
Sir James blinked dumbfoundedly.
His secretary's pen froze mid-sentence, and a… terrifying expression flashed across her face as she stared at Jake.
And Vivian's elegant smile… twitched.
Jake's sharp eyes locked onto the middle-aged man sitting across from Vivian.
He took one aggressive step forward, sword still raised.
"You…! Are you the bastard causing—"
"Ehem, Jake."
Vivian's voice was calm and soft as she smiled at him.
Jake froze mid-threat.
Grace's gun, which had been aimed squarely at Sir James's forehead, slowly lowered a bit as she began to sense that the situation… didn't seem like what they had thought.
Vivian rested her chin on the back of her hand again, looking at the two of them with that same gentle expression.
"I am currently in the middle of a business discussion," she said pleasantly. "Not being held hostage."
Jake's mouth opened.
Then closed.
Then opened again.
"…But you… sent for us?"
