A Brewing Storm

Vivienne's POV.

The faint scent of freshly brewed coffee was in the air as I leaned over my desk, the pile of sketches in front of me blurring into one tangled mess. My stomach churned violently, and I swallowed hard, trying to keep the nausea at bay.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” Penny, my ever-attentive P.A., asked, her voice filled with concern. She stood near the doorway, holding a folder tightly to