He was testing me. I clenched my jaw and started typing…Vivienne, incorrect. Viv, incorrect. Vivienne Evans…incorrect. The damn thing was going to freeze me out. You can call me daddy… Call him daddy. “No,” I shook my head. “No fucking way.” But that nagging cursor just blinked and blinked and blinked. “Goddammit.” Daddy, I typed, and the screen came alive, opening up to a screen just for me.
