"What do you mean?" Viviana asked.
Everyone's attention had been grabbed at this point.
"You forgot to add, sir." Giancarlo rattled his chair back and stood up. "For someone who was once CEO, you lack a lot of manners. That's not nice now, Viviana Di-grassi."
Her name rolled out of his tongue, very emphasized as if to provoke her.
"What?"
He grinned at her. "You were supposed to say, 'Here is your coffee, sir.' Ain't that right, guys?"
Some snickered in agreement with him. While the rest looked away, not wanting to involve themselves in any of this. Even if she had been stripped of her initial title, this woman was still the heir of Vizera Luxe, the only legitimate daughter of Amadeo Di-grassi, who was, of course, the big boss.
Only an idiot would go finding trouble with her.
Dawn balled her fists against her work desk. She knew Giancarlo was about to—
"Do you have some sort of issue with me?" Viviana asked suddenly. "It appears you do. However, I'm unsure why."
