Dante POV
I leaned back against the plush leather of my office chair, the video playing on the large screen in front of me. Olivia stormed into Nathan Cross’s office, her petite frame bold and unwavering amidst the chaos. The CEO’s security team scrambled behind her, but they were too late.
With a swift motion, Olivia hurled a bag of garbage right onto Nathan’s pristine mahogany desk. Papers flew, the contents of the bag spilling over expensive documents and crystal paperweights. The CEO's face twisted into a mix of shock and disgust, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
A smirk curled on my lips. “Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” I murmured to myself.
Her defiance was magnetic. In a world where most people bowed down to power and money, Olivia stood as an unyieldin
