OLIVIA’S POV.
I sat in the parlor with my phone in my hand and my eyes glued to the screen while Zoe was having something to eat because according to her she was famished from today’s work.
“I was so busy that I had forgotten to even eat and when I finally remembered I didn’t even have the strength anymore to drive down to a restaurant.”
Those were Zoe’s exact words.
At least she did a great job with the interior designer I had to say, all she had said was quite understandable.
“Zoe, would you get me some water, please? I’m about to dry up.” I said jokingly.
I was super thirsty and I was still busy on my phone trying to finish up some work so I just had to ask her to help me with it.
Zoe didn't respond so I called her name for the second time, “Zoe.”
She still didn't respond.
“Zoe
