Olivia Westview
My heart rammed against my ribs, so hard I could hear it in my ears. The pounding in my chest was unbearable, my hands clammy as I stared at the screen in front of me.
I swallowed against the tightness in my throat, my fingers trembling as I clicked through his emails one by one. Some of them were work-related—brief, professional, things I normally would have answered without hesitation. But then there were the others.
The ones that weren’t about work. The ones that made my stomach drop, a pit forming in my gut, threatening to swallow me whole.
Where are you?
Come see me when you get in.
Olivia.
And the last message. The one that stopped my breath entirely.
Come upstairs.
To the penthouse office. To him.
Oh, God.
A wave of nausea curled in my stomach. The walls o
