Oliva pov
"Miss Bennett, there is someone downstairs asking for you," the young security guard said over the desk phone.
I held the landline receiver tight against my ear, staring at the blank spreadsheet on my computer screen. "Who is it, Carl?"
"He said his name is Damian Carter."
The world seemed to stop moving. The bright office lights above my desk felt blinding. My hand started to shake so hard that the plastic receiver rattled against my ear.
"Miss Bennett?" Carl called out through the speaker. "Are you still there? Should I send him up?"
"No!" I blurted out, my voice cracking. I pressed my hand over my mouth, taking a quick, deep breath to steady myself.
The floor around my cubicle was quiet, but I could feel eyes on me. I cleared my throat, forcing my voice to drop into a
