Olivia's POV
I stepped out of my apartment, smoothing my blouse and adjusting my pants. I'd gone for a smart casual look, hoping to strike that delicate balance between "I tried" and "I didn't try too hard."
I spotted Christopher's sleek sports car idling at the curb, its engine purring like a contented cat. I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin.
"Hey there, darling," Christopher greeted me, his million-dollar smile on full display.
"Hi, Mr. Wallace," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Thanks for picking me up."
He winked. "My pleasure. I've got a little something for you."
Before I could respond, he reached behind his seat and produced a manila envelope, holding it out to me like it was made of glass.
"What's this?" I asked, eyein
