*Olivia*
I stepped out of the car, resisting the urge to peer over my shoulder at Andre. The last thing I wanted to do was give him away. Not that I'd lie about having security details. I just didn't want to call attention to his identity.
The folder fit into my purse. I wanted it there just in case he needed a friendly reminder of what I could do to him. I doubted he'd forget, though. He was screwed politically, professionally, and personally.
Tightening my ponytail in the band, I knocked, rapping the back of my fingers with force. The door felt cold, but I had to be tough around him. And this was satisfying after what he did to me and my mother.
A butler opened the door and waved me in, saying, “Welcome. Robert is upstairs, but he'll be down shortly."
I held my head high as I breach
