Single Dad Rescues His Intoxicated Boss — The Following Morning, She Acknowledged Everything

Truth Emerges

Getting Vivien into his modest two-bedroom apartment was an adventure.

She’d gone from emotional to philosophical during the cab ride. She rambled about corporate glass ceilings and how being perfect isn’t enough anymore.

As Jack fumbled with his keys, Vivien leaned against the wall.

“Why are you so nice to me?” she asked suddenly. “I’m horrible to you.”

Before Jack could answer, the door opened and his babysitter appeared, looking relieved.

“She’s been asleep for an hour,” the college student whispered, eyeing Vivien with curiosity.

After paying the sitter and seeing her out, Jack turned to find Vivien had wandered into the living room. She was staring at the family photos on his wall.

“She looks like you,” Vivien said softly, pointing to a picture of Emma. “Same eyes.”

“That’s what everyone says,” Jack replied, setting up the couch with sheets and a pillow.

“You should get some sleep. Bathroom’s down the hall if you need it.”

Vivien turned to him, swaying slightly. “You know why I’m so hard on you at work?”

Jack froze. This was dangerous territory.

“You should really get some rest.”

“Because you’re the most talented person in the department,” she continued, her professional mask completely gone.

“And I’m terrified the executives will notice and promote you instead of me.” She laughed bitterly.

“Isn’t that pathetic? The great Vivien Reynolds threatened by her own employee.”

Jack didn’t know what to say. This vulnerability from his always composed boss was disorienting.

“The Westfield presentation,” she said suddenly, her eyes widening. “I can’t… I don’t have…”

“I finished the slides yesterday,” Jack said quietly. “They’re in your email. I was going to tell you tomorrow.”

Vivien stared at him, her expression unreadable. “Why would you do that for me after how I’ve treated you?”

The question hung in the air between them, loaded with implications neither was ready to face.

Before Jack could answer, Vivien stumbled slightly. He moved quickly to steady her.

Their faces were inches apart for one breathless moment. Jack thought she might lean in closer.

Instead she whispered, “I think I need to lie down now.”

As he helped her to the couch, Jack wondered what morning would bring. He wondered whether either of them would remember this conversation.