The next morning, Olivia's phone wouldn't stop buzzing.
She sat at her desk in her new office at White Group, a half-finished cup of tea growing cold beside her. Documents lay open in front of her, but the constant vibration on the table kept dragging her eyes back to the screen.
Carrie knocked on the door and slipped inside, looking nervous. “Ms. White," she said. “You should probably look at this."
Olivia looked up. “What is it?"
“Online," Carrie said, holding up her own phone. “You're… trending."
Olivia's stomach dropped. “Trending?"
Carrie walked over and placed the phone on the desk. A news page was open, topped by a big photo.
Olivia leaned forward.
It was her. Sitting at the window table in the restaurant last night.
Across from her sat Vincent, sleeves rolled up, head slig
