Olivia pov;
“Can I help you?” the blonde woman asked, her ice-blue eyes sweeping up and down over my navy suit and plus-size frame with cold, sharp disdain. “Or are you lost?”
I paused right in the doorway of the CEO’s suite, clutching my black leather folder tightly against my ribs. The tall woman blocked the carpeted hallway completely, her hands folded across her designer white blouse. Her long platinum-blonde hair fell straight down over her shoulders, and her sharp cheekbones made her smile look hard, like glass.
“I am not lost,” I said, keeping my voice quiet and steady. “I just finished my interview with Mr. Kingsley.”
“Did you?” She tilted her head, looking at the door behind me and then back to my face. Her eyes lingered on my low ponytail and flat shoes. “I am Chloe Whitmore
