Olivia Westview
After that brief exchange, James turned around as if he hadn't told me he was gonna bag me to his house, and went to get back with the senior partners.
Sighing, I went the opposite way to stay with my colleagues. The music had shifted from upbeat classics to slower, softer melodies that filled the lobby. But no matter how much I tried to stay in the moment, my focus kept slipping. It wasn’t just the way my heart seemed to skip every time I caught James watching me from across the room—it was the name Karen, a ghost of a word, echoing in my mind.
“Olivia, can you believe we actually pulled this off?” Amanda, a junior associate in marketing, beamed at me, her drink sloshing dangerously close to the edge of her glass as she gestured animatedly. “I mean, we’re part of a Sin
