Vivienne wasn't been found yet.
Daniel Anderson's location was unknown.
Charlie Harmon was waiting to be released.
Worst of all, Aveline was being threatened.
Damien had been frustrated throughout the night. No solution to any issue was satisfying him.
As if those weren't enough to keep him on edge, his exhausted secretary placed the iPad in front of him when the clock hadn't even hit seven in the morning.
Damien looked at the cover picture. Same dress, same location, but the caption was different. 'She was like a Magnet.'
Damien reluctantly played the video. Vivienne appeared more composed. She leaned in as she spoke, "The second time. It was a beach holiday on his business trip. I was waiting for him on the deck of our yacht, watching the horizon."
She smiled faintly, almost embarrassed. "Then she appeared." Her eyes glinted. "She boarded another yacht. It was sleek, stunning, and far more expensive. It was named after her. Of course it was."
