Too Familiar

Vivienne's POV.

Don was sitting beside me, comfortably drinking my beer like he belonged here. His presence filled the room, and the air felt thicker, somehow more charged. He leaned back in his chair, talking casually to my employees, who were all too eager to engage with him. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye as he removed his jacket, put it over the back of his chair, and began folding