Chapter 9 - Dead Meat

Viviane

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I'm not good at teamwork, never been, never will be...

I've always been a lone wolf, I have never relied on no one but myself. The idea of sharing the reins, whether in my career or my personal life, is more than just unsettling—it’s downright terrifying.

I’ve always prided myself on not needing anyone to hold my hand.

The mere thought of a partner, in any sense of the word, sends a shiver down my spine. It’s why my love life has been a series of brief encounters and fleeting flings. Relationships? They’re a foreign concept to me. I’ve tried to find someone who meets my standards, but every man I’ve met has fallen short, painfully so. Sometimes, I wonder if the man of my dreams even exists, or if he’s just a figment of my overactive imagination.

So here I am, standing in the middle of this office, surrounded by a mishmash of tech nerds and petty criminals.

I scanned the room, trying to figure out where, or if, I fit into this place. The uncertainty gnaws