Both women turned sharply to see Julian standing there, arms crossed, an amused expression on his face.
Olivia let out a sigh. “Speak of the devil…”
Julian grinned. “Wow. That’s the greeting I get?”
He stepped further into the room, his eyes locked onto Olivia. “Not that I came to see Matilda anyway.”
Matilda raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, watching the two of them.
“You could’ve called,” Olivia said flatly.
“I did. You didn’t answer,” Julian replied, gesturing toward her. “You ghosted me, Olivia.”
Olivia gave a tired, faint smile. “I wasn’t ghosting you. I was just… going through something. You wouldn’t get it.”
Julian’s voice softened. “Try me. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Well,” she said dryly, grabbing a folder from the desk. “I suddenly feel like this is not a conversation I nee
