Vivian’s pov

“This has to be some kind of sick joke,” I muttered under my breath as the elevator doors slid shut behind me on the seventeenth floor.

The hallway stretched out long and quiet, thick carpet swallowing the sound of my heels with every step. Suite 1703 sat at the far end just like the text said.

My pulse hammered so hard I could feel it in my wrists and right between my legs at the same time.

I kept telling myself I was only here to shut this down, to look the bastard in the eye and make the threats stop before anything reached Daniel.

But my body...