Shattered Control

Vivienne's POV.

I sat behind my massive desk in my office, tapping my fingers rhythmically on the polished mahogany. The air was heavy with tension, and the clicking of my fingers seemed to echo louder in the room. My jewelry company was thriving, the business booming beyond expectations. But I couldn’t focus on that, not when there was a storm swirling inside me. My eyes flicked over to Penny, my