Olivia Westview
As I stepped out of the conference room, everything pressed heavily on my shoulders.
The atmosphere had been suffocating, thick with tension between James and me, and I was more than ready to escape back to my hotel. The cool air outside felt refreshing. I pulled out my phone, checking for any messages, but it was silent—just like the space between us during the meeting.
The taxi ride to the hotel was a blur, my mind racing with the confrontation we’d had. What the hell is wrong with James? I replayed our words over and over. Why did he have to be so infuriating? And why did I feel this undeniable pull towards him, even when it made my heart ache?
Once I reached the hotel, I stepped inside. I dragged my suitcase behind me, heading to the elevator. I stared at my refle
