Paige's POV
I'm sitting across from Oliver, Noah's assistant. He came into my coffee shop today, saying Noah wants to say something. I don't wanna entertain him, actually, but he insisted. He doesn't want to leave unless I talk to him.
"What is it, Oliver?" I asked, getting impatient. He couldn't look in my eyes. Obviously, until now he's guilty.
"Miss Paige, Mr. Hanson wants me to give this to you."
I looked at the folder that he gently pushed on the table. I was already traumatized by letters, envelopes, folders and such. I don't wanna open it, so I look at him, trying to catch his eyes.
"Tell me what's inside, Oliver. I'm not opening it."
"This is about the conjugal properties, Miss Paige. Mr. Hanson wants to give your share."
My forehead creased. "Share?"
"Yes
