Olivia Westview
I returned to my desk, my mind still echoing with James’s clipped words, his cold detachment pressing down on me. The professionalism he’d wielded so ruthlessly had left a mark I couldn’t shake, as if he’d thrown up a wall between us that I’d helped build. No matter, I told myself, clinging to my composure as I opened the file directory, quickly printing out the pages he needed for the New York merger.
One by one, I slipped the warm pages from the printer, each piece of paper feeling heavier than the last. I stacked them neatly, my hands steady, even as my thoughts whirred with questions I didn’t want to answer. Focus, Liv, I reminded myself, double-checking that everything was in order before tucking the papers into a manila folder. There was a straightforward task ahead
