I stood in Vivian's cabin, just a few seconds after walking in. The atmosphere was tense, but I knew I had to get this over with. Vivian sat at his desk, typing away on his laptop, his fingers moving swiftly across the keys. He was dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with black pants that fit him perfectly. His blazer was casually draped over the back of his executive chair. He looked as composed as ever, sipping on his Americano as if he didn't have a care in the world. Meanwhile, I stood there, feeling a bit out of place in my yellow suit, scrolling through a list of hotels on my phone, trying to figure out the best option.