Olivia Westview
The morning air was brisk as I stepped out of the hotel.
I clutched my tote bag and a coffee I barely had time to sip. New York hummed around me—horns blaring, hurried footsteps on the pavement, and the occasional snippet of a passing conversation. It was almost grounding in its chaos, but my mind was still back in that room with James, replaying every touch, every whispered word.
The driver opened the car door for me, and I slid into the back seat, smoothing my skirt as I settled. The ride to the office wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity as I rehearsed my role in today’s merger meeting. This was supposed to be my focus, but my body and mind still carried the weight of James’s closeness.
When we arrived, I stepped into the gleaming lobby of the building, its marb
