Vivienne's expression cracked further, genuine alarm now visible beneath her earlier composure, though she said nothing further to defend herself, apparently recognizing that any explanation she offered would only confirm exactly what Damian had already deduced.
Damian pulled his phone from his pocket, his movements precise and controlled despite the fury visibly building beneath his composed exterior. He pulled on his leather gloves methodically before dialing, his expression settling into something cold and unwavering as the call connected.
"It's me," he said into the phone, his voice carrying none of the warmth he'd shown Elena moments earlier. "I need you to pull everything — every account, every contract, every arrangement connected to Vivienne Hart. Tonight."
He paused, listening briefly, before delivering his final instruction with unmistakable, icy finality. "Destroy everything."
Vivienne's wine glass trembled slightly in her grip, her earlier arrogant composure entirely evaporated now as she registered exactly how thoroughly and swiftly her position in Damian's life and business was about to be dismantled.