“Seriously, though, Olivia. I need to talk to you about our recent... discussions.” Simon Johnson gives me a meaningful nod.
“We'll have lunch when you get back properly.”
“Absolutely.” I match his confidential tone, even though I have no idea what he's talking about. “Simon.” Dana steps forward, lowering her voice a smidgen.
“The doctors don't know whether Olivia's amnesia is permanent or temporary. So she may have some problems with memory...” “Probably an advantage, in this business,” says a balding man opposite, and there's another chuckle around the table. “Olivia, I have every confidence in you,” Simon Johnson says firmly. He turns to a red-?haired guy sitting nearby.
“Daniel, you two haven't met yet, have you? Daniel is our new finance controller. Daniel, you might have seen O
