“Please, take a seat,” I said, pointing toward the black leather armchairs in front of my desk.
Olivia Bennett did not move right away. She stood frozen in the middle of my office, holding a thick black folder against her chest like a shield. Her hazel eyes were wide with shock. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
I kept my hand extended across the desk. My heart hit against my ribs, hard and fast. Just few nights ago, she had sat next to me at a small corner table in the Blue Note Lounge, wearing an emerald-green dress and holding a glass of ginger ale.She had talked about wanting a fresh start. She had no idea who I was, and I had preferred it that way.
Now, she stood in my top-floor office at Kingsley Global Holdings, wearing a structured navy suit with her chestnut hair
