"Hmm?"
Vivian slightly widened her eyes.
For business engagements of this level, she, as a temporary assistant, shouldn't normally be involved.
He gently rubbed her head with his fingertips and chuckled softly.
"Meeting clients is considered work, but going out with me isn't? Sinclair?"
Vivian pouted, her cheeks puffing up slightly.
She was just asking casually, not refusing to go.
But his reaction made it seem like she was deliberately making excuses.
"Oh, got it."
She replied softly, then turned and walked towards the office.
Ten minutes later, she came downstairs, holding freshly printed documents.
Then she got into Tristan Sterling's car.
The destination was a hidden underground club.
Not named on the map, nor could it be located by GPS,
it could only be accessed by being led by someone familiar or having specific permissions.
The entrance was tucked deep in an unremarkable alley.
At the end, a dark red metal door stood quietly.
