Vivian looked utterly delighted to see us. I could tell by the chilly, downright frosty greeting she gave, the way Hugh eye rolled at me on the way by and mouthed, "She's in a mood," to which I shrugged. He was used to temperamental and volatile Olivia Walker and her hard-hitting, dedicated and often chaotic way of doing things. Vivian French, on the other hand? Might as well try to sort out the feelings of an ice sculpture.
Okay, so not entirely fair because I'd seen that soft side of her that she hid so carefully from the rest of the world. And yet, I could see while someone like Hugh would be struggling to connect to his new boss and wondered if she was as much a nasty witch to him as she seemed to be to the rest of the world.
Aside from my mother. Go figure.