DILLON
Olivia knocks at my open office door and walks in without waiting for my response.
"Good morning, alpha Barlowe." She says, sitting down on the chair in front of my desk. "How are you today?"
"I'm fine, Ms. Robinson," I say, tapping a pen against the table as I look at her. "It's such a surprise to see you in my office."
"I know," she says, fidgeting in her seat. "Can I close the door? I don't want anyone to hear what I'm about to tell you.
I point the pen at the door in a go-ahead gesture and she stands up to close it. I study her as she sits down and if I'm judging correctly, she seems uncomfortable about something, maybe worried. When I try to read her mind, I find that she's trying to figure out how to tell me something.
"Say it," I say, snapping her out of her thoughts.
